I saw the blood stains. The stairs were covered with leaves. The guard was smiling at me and raised his arm in salute. I was walking and talking backwards.
Koe Whitton-Williams
The ecidence of your heart lies with in mine
Breathing fire into my mind
Shing light unto my sould.
I find it hard to over power this evidence,
Of the fact that I love
Or that you love me
Because everytimg i’m around you
It comes up again
The evidence of you and me
olivia
The jury was in the courtroom, listening to one of the most intense cases of the year. When all of a sudden, the defense attorney comes trampling in with an envelope. Inside the envelope, was the key piece of evidence. They had found the gloves that had his fingerprints on them. After a month’s worth of searching they found them. The jury suddenly knew their deicsion.
ShanHor
THE EVIDENCE IS ..mittens did it
she salutary – woooa big word- did it!!!!!!
she clawed … wait whats salutary mean like in the army. jk never mind. okay well it was mittens and i know this because she totally pounced all up in my grills and my evidence is her little kitty cat claws all over the place. i know stuff happens but like that was totally over the top mittens pittens bo bittens
mittttttttt
I once believe that there was no evidence we existed. Then I saw it; I saw the wars; I saw the rapes; I saw the hate, the lust, the greed. Nothing fake can be this cruel.
Goat
evidence. there is no remaining evidence, sir.
i don’t know why you think i’ve done something i haven’t.
why don’t you come here to see, there is so evidence to assure you that i’ve done anything
ella
evidence? what’s evidence to me? circumstantial at best. lies at worst.
maybe you should take a drink of that sprite and reconsider.
i have reconsidered.
and?
and bang, you’re dead.
ae
the evidence is clear my dear
it’s simple enough to see
i think you know the answer here
so just tell us
just say it
we’ll go easy if you do
we’ll let you live twenty years later
just tell us
speak the truth
or we will let you die
alexis walker
Left it all in that stream of consciousness, any evidence that she had ever known or thought differently than the lilts in her voice and flushes of her cheeks, the casting of her eyes or the movement of her feet, would now suggest. Nothing was left written between the lines, no — she’d shoved it all within the margins, and it was better now, or so the glazed look she saw in the mirror insisted.
Nina
They asked for the evidence… it wasn’t there. The twats had stolen it again… Damn those bastards. Why? I asked for tighter security but hell they wouldn’t give it to me. And all the while they demand this an that off me. Bastards. The lot of them. I just want to do my job efficently. Why won’t they let me?
Munuza
evidence of war…evidence of morality…evidence of humanity…evidence of us
sean
the evidence of the incident was undeniable. Yet he motives of such an act will never be known. Why would one do this to another? Its a question that has haunted society for eons.
coillin
The thin shell of the egg shell over the evidence of signs of life. Blood? Albumen? Breakfast? The bacon sizzles in the background, the growling in my stomach evidence of my hunger.
Heather
contempt prior to investigation
Truth rings louder than bombs it is the only thing that you know that you know that you know
it requires none of the above mentioned word
JOn
this is the prove of an existance of somthing prove to show that something has been done
olabisi
evidence is a broken plate on a rainy day in november. you were here, a red smudge on a champaigne glass that i wipe away with a napkin and without a second thought. and the last thing about you i remember is your hand on my hip, my cheek, and the door. goodbye love
brianna
Proof of self
Never seems to be enough
Who am I?
Where am I going?
Do I matter?
How can I go about
Finding the very things
I seem to lack
My inferiority hinders my ability
To change as much as I want to
To fix it
this
you
me.
Shanaynay
evidence is not soemthing ew have a whole lot of these days. consider instead alll the computers struggling over a silly typo. I’d like to break my computer’s back. too slow!!! Way tooo slow!
Michael P. Fynn
as I sat there and looked over the pictures in front of me, I could feel the bile rising. who could do such a thing to such a beautiful girl. I knew this
Matt Mayer
I’ve no love,
the rage beats calmly
with a lose sword…
“You’ve no evidence”.
But was the nihilist
afraid?
Fred
proof lawyers talking talking judging arguing facts forensics sides people debating trees air molecules complexity blood hair DNA genetics assay analysis
Jenn
The man sat in the evidence room. he was waiting for someone. He still wasnt sure who. All he knew was the man had to come alone and to come at noon. He needed answers to his wifes murder so he had come. There was no other explanation.
Kayla Long
Killed by George W. Bush. United States president.
People dying in Iraq. Where is the evidence?
Our people are dying for the irrelevant.
For a few greedy people who want a luxury residence.
wingspand
proves something . used in a court room, to prove a case. found at crime scenes, fingerprints, DNA, hair, blood. take pictures of it, record it.
marie
they were provided with the flimsiest of evidence. But the Da didn’t want to hear about it. He only wanted the conviction that would get his name out of the papers for the last case no one could stop talking about, It wasn’t the bad press. No that was only part of it. No one wanted to stop talking about how the corrupt business man ran over the little girl on her first day of school after moving to this small town to get away from big city violence. It wasn’t just any corruption case. It was the DAs own brother who set the limits on political donations for all the top politicos in the county.
Dan
All the evidence was against him. How could he convince them that he really hadn’t done it at all? That he loved her more than life itself – why would he kill her? But that’s not what the evidence pointed to. His blood, her blood, no apparent reason to believe that there was any bond between them… and he could not expose her. It would tear her life apart if he spilled their secret.
Gretchen
The corner of his tie was bright blue, like some kind of apology for the rest of his clothing which was varied shades of grey and black. He coughed before he talked and never really finished a sentence. He is showing himself out and hoping nobody asks any questions.
crabmuffins
and we’re still searching for evidence? I would think that after the week or so that this has been up, someone might have found something. Anything?
Anyone?
No?
Sure?
No. Alright, well I guess we’ll keep right on searching, and searching, until the world ends or a clue is found. Eh? Isn’t that right? We need to band together or get a new word here because my evidence locker is running out of labels.
christopher
what? she said, the cigarette dangling forgotten in her hand. The window was open, the air strangely still. I never. I mean.
His back was against the wall, in every sense. he looked at her fur-lined boots and thought of trapped foxes.
I don’t know.
The light was waning into dusk. The window reflected the shadows behind them and there was nothing for it but to listen to the sounds before the storm.
spel
Something that can be used in your favour or against you. What other catch-22 can be as damning as evidence? It can exonerate you or make your life hell as you have to dispute, discredit and dismantle it before it comes back at you. The one thing you thought you took care of you missed; who would have thought?
Jei
evidence is not only something worth wading through all the bullshit for, it can give you something to hold onto when everything else has been, you know… rough. although, i wouldn’t try to cling to it for too long or all it’s obviousness would lead to ..
sam
They had evidence against my mom but I think it was unfair, they took her out to dinner and got her to confess to a cop wearing a wire and I thought she was going to kill herself. I went to her apartment and saw her lights on and her shoes in the porch but she wouldn’t answer the door so I thought she was dead. But she wasnt. Just in trouble.
susan
my evidence, it is satisfactory, it is mundaine, it hurts the eye, the heart, the mind, and i regret it fully. i haven’t been hurt in a while and its evident that it is about fucking time, don’t you agree. doom is upon us. doomed now. now.
mason
The abounding evidence was clear. Casey was guilty. No. Not just guilty. Clearly guilty. She was going to prison for the rest of her life.
Whatever, she thought. It’s not much of a life, anyway. Maybe it’ll be better than sex and drugs. Ahh…I don’t think so.
She made a break for it, stumbling forward, knocking over chairs, people, her mother. Bye, Mom, she thought. I’ve gotta get outa here!
Nancy
I have none, some one told me once that it’s not needed. All you need is truth.
He passed away soon after..
Ado
I have three banannas siting in a row. One says hows a goin.
The other says AHHHH a talking bananna…..
So I regret everything and nothing.
Think but let go.
I am life.
Ado
the evidence of disaster is the trail of destruction left behind ourselves when we engaged in such a curiously battle.
mario
the evidence was just one simple little piece of blood covered upholstery, there was no body, there was no weapon, no footprints, fingerprints, or signs of struggle. What happened? no one can say for sure.
crimes that are proven with good evidence.
I saw the blood stains. The stairs were covered with leaves. The guard was smiling at me and raised his arm in salute. I was walking and talking backwards.
The ecidence of your heart lies with in mine
Breathing fire into my mind
Shing light unto my sould.
I find it hard to over power this evidence,
Of the fact that I love
Or that you love me
Because everytimg i’m around you
It comes up again
The evidence of you and me
The jury was in the courtroom, listening to one of the most intense cases of the year. When all of a sudden, the defense attorney comes trampling in with an envelope. Inside the envelope, was the key piece of evidence. They had found the gloves that had his fingerprints on them. After a month’s worth of searching they found them. The jury suddenly knew their deicsion.
THE EVIDENCE IS ..mittens did it
she salutary – woooa big word- did it!!!!!!
she clawed … wait whats salutary mean like in the army. jk never mind. okay well it was mittens and i know this because she totally pounced all up in my grills and my evidence is her little kitty cat claws all over the place. i know stuff happens but like that was totally over the top mittens pittens bo bittens
I once believe that there was no evidence we existed. Then I saw it; I saw the wars; I saw the rapes; I saw the hate, the lust, the greed. Nothing fake can be this cruel.
evidence. there is no remaining evidence, sir.
i don’t know why you think i’ve done something i haven’t.
why don’t you come here to see, there is so evidence to assure you that i’ve done anything
evidence? what’s evidence to me? circumstantial at best. lies at worst.
maybe you should take a drink of that sprite and reconsider.
i have reconsidered.
and?
and bang, you’re dead.
the evidence is clear my dear
it’s simple enough to see
i think you know the answer here
so just tell us
just say it
we’ll go easy if you do
we’ll let you live twenty years later
just tell us
speak the truth
or we will let you die
Left it all in that stream of consciousness, any evidence that she had ever known or thought differently than the lilts in her voice and flushes of her cheeks, the casting of her eyes or the movement of her feet, would now suggest. Nothing was left written between the lines, no — she’d shoved it all within the margins, and it was better now, or so the glazed look she saw in the mirror insisted.
They asked for the evidence… it wasn’t there. The twats had stolen it again… Damn those bastards. Why? I asked for tighter security but hell they wouldn’t give it to me. And all the while they demand this an that off me. Bastards. The lot of them. I just want to do my job efficently. Why won’t they let me?
evidence of war…evidence of morality…evidence of humanity…evidence of us
the evidence of the incident was undeniable. Yet he motives of such an act will never be known. Why would one do this to another? Its a question that has haunted society for eons.
The thin shell of the egg shell over the evidence of signs of life. Blood? Albumen? Breakfast? The bacon sizzles in the background, the growling in my stomach evidence of my hunger.
contempt prior to investigation
Truth rings louder than bombs it is the only thing that you know that you know that you know
it requires none of the above mentioned word
this is the prove of an existance of somthing prove to show that something has been done
evidence is a broken plate on a rainy day in november. you were here, a red smudge on a champaigne glass that i wipe away with a napkin and without a second thought. and the last thing about you i remember is your hand on my hip, my cheek, and the door. goodbye love
Proof of self
Never seems to be enough
Who am I?
Where am I going?
Do I matter?
How can I go about
Finding the very things
I seem to lack
My inferiority hinders my ability
To change as much as I want to
To fix it
this
you
me.
evidence is not soemthing ew have a whole lot of these days. consider instead alll the computers struggling over a silly typo. I’d like to break my computer’s back. too slow!!! Way tooo slow!
as I sat there and looked over the pictures in front of me, I could feel the bile rising. who could do such a thing to such a beautiful girl. I knew this
I’ve no love,
the rage beats calmly
with a lose sword…
“You’ve no evidence”.
But was the nihilist
afraid?
proof lawyers talking talking judging arguing facts forensics sides people debating trees air molecules complexity blood hair DNA genetics assay analysis
The man sat in the evidence room. he was waiting for someone. He still wasnt sure who. All he knew was the man had to come alone and to come at noon. He needed answers to his wifes murder so he had come. There was no other explanation.
Killed by George W. Bush. United States president.
People dying in Iraq. Where is the evidence?
Our people are dying for the irrelevant.
For a few greedy people who want a luxury residence.
proves something . used in a court room, to prove a case. found at crime scenes, fingerprints, DNA, hair, blood. take pictures of it, record it.
they were provided with the flimsiest of evidence. But the Da didn’t want to hear about it. He only wanted the conviction that would get his name out of the papers for the last case no one could stop talking about, It wasn’t the bad press. No that was only part of it. No one wanted to stop talking about how the corrupt business man ran over the little girl on her first day of school after moving to this small town to get away from big city violence. It wasn’t just any corruption case. It was the DAs own brother who set the limits on political donations for all the top politicos in the county.
All the evidence was against him. How could he convince them that he really hadn’t done it at all? That he loved her more than life itself – why would he kill her? But that’s not what the evidence pointed to. His blood, her blood, no apparent reason to believe that there was any bond between them… and he could not expose her. It would tear her life apart if he spilled their secret.
The corner of his tie was bright blue, like some kind of apology for the rest of his clothing which was varied shades of grey and black. He coughed before he talked and never really finished a sentence. He is showing himself out and hoping nobody asks any questions.
and we’re still searching for evidence? I would think that after the week or so that this has been up, someone might have found something. Anything?
Anyone?
No?
Sure?
No. Alright, well I guess we’ll keep right on searching, and searching, until the world ends or a clue is found. Eh? Isn’t that right? We need to band together or get a new word here because my evidence locker is running out of labels.
what? she said, the cigarette dangling forgotten in her hand. The window was open, the air strangely still. I never. I mean.
His back was against the wall, in every sense. he looked at her fur-lined boots and thought of trapped foxes.
I don’t know.
The light was waning into dusk. The window reflected the shadows behind them and there was nothing for it but to listen to the sounds before the storm.
Something that can be used in your favour or against you. What other catch-22 can be as damning as evidence? It can exonerate you or make your life hell as you have to dispute, discredit and dismantle it before it comes back at you. The one thing you thought you took care of you missed; who would have thought?
evidence is not only something worth wading through all the bullshit for, it can give you something to hold onto when everything else has been, you know… rough. although, i wouldn’t try to cling to it for too long or all it’s obviousness would lead to ..
They had evidence against my mom but I think it was unfair, they took her out to dinner and got her to confess to a cop wearing a wire and I thought she was going to kill herself. I went to her apartment and saw her lights on and her shoes in the porch but she wouldn’t answer the door so I thought she was dead. But she wasnt. Just in trouble.
my evidence, it is satisfactory, it is mundaine, it hurts the eye, the heart, the mind, and i regret it fully. i haven’t been hurt in a while and its evident that it is about fucking time, don’t you agree. doom is upon us. doomed now. now.
The abounding evidence was clear. Casey was guilty. No. Not just guilty. Clearly guilty. She was going to prison for the rest of her life.
Whatever, she thought. It’s not much of a life, anyway. Maybe it’ll be better than sex and drugs. Ahh…I don’t think so.
She made a break for it, stumbling forward, knocking over chairs, people, her mother. Bye, Mom, she thought. I’ve gotta get outa here!
I have none, some one told me once that it’s not needed. All you need is truth.
He passed away soon after..
I have three banannas siting in a row. One says hows a goin.
The other says AHHHH a talking bananna…..
So I regret everything and nothing.
Think but let go.
I am life.
the evidence of disaster is the trail of destruction left behind ourselves when we engaged in such a curiously battle.
the evidence was just one simple little piece of blood covered upholstery, there was no body, there was no weapon, no footprints, fingerprints, or signs of struggle. What happened? no one can say for sure.
was not there