Jail does not sound like any fun to me, especially if you were innocently sent to jail. If you didn’t even do anything wrong I don’t see why they would send you to jail they should send the other person instead of you.
TessaAnn
It was cold. Cold, and dark, and he had never known that it would be like this. Well, of course he knew it would be cold and dark. But he would have never predicted the light he found inside. The warmth. Because even in jail, humanity is present. And humanity is both cold and warm. Both light and dark.
Katy
I can’t go to jail.
No, not because I don’t want to, although that is also true.
But I know how I’ll die, and jail is part of that equation. I’m not ready to die; not yet. But here I sit, my hands shackled, the judge and jury leering at me, about to tell me my fate. as if I don’t already know. I wonder how many days I have before it happens.
I wish I could have said my goodbyes.
kdeol531
Read, write, listen and support lest you end up in jail. What is the reason to go to jail? It’s for rehabilitation, no? Sometimes you just have to wonder. Is there any good reason to put a person in jail for the rest of their life? I guess that’s what you do to someone who takes away another person’s life. I don’t want to go to jail.
I stolen a apple and stay inside jaill for 5 mouths. I stay bad
paul
NO NO NO how could this happen I did not mean to do what I did. should i do I have kids a family what should I do ????????????
#Hannah A
Hannah Ann Blackman
The Po Po be all up in here, so Imma gonna go to jail. Oh no. I don’t think I can use my ipod there! What am I gonna do? I should not have tried to sell my baby brother in exchange for those nice pair of red cowboy boots that I wanted. Woe is me.
all i think about right now, is when my dad was arrested for our financial state. and i cried for days, every time someone knocked on the door, i hoped it was my dad, back from ‘jail’. i was in year 4. it sucked.
farheen ali
I’m afraid for you, sometimes. I think a little longer than I should, and I remember the way you looked the first time you told me about having been to jail.
The fact that you were scared to death of going back.
That you didn’t think orange was your color, and how even having been there, just briefly, it changed you. A black spot on an otherwise glowing child.
I wanted to hold you, then. I wanted to tell you, it’s okay, it’ll be all right.
But you looked at me with your dragon’s eyes and you said, “I’m never going back,” so strong, so proud, I couldn’t look away and I couldn’t move.
A place that people go to learn a lesson. However, this lesson is not always learned and we need to come up with an alternate plan. Like in my job the same accommodation does not work on every kid on my caseload I must adapt and learn to grow with them. Set them free with positive outcomes
Sarah
Jail is not a place you would want to find yourself in. To be put behind bars isn’t the best thing that could happen to you. But if you did something illegal to get you there, your gonna have to pay the price. Hopefully whoever reads this doesn’t ever have to pay that price. Be we aren’t perfect people so you never can know what could happen.
I was locked away, away from the people and the things that I loved. Not really here, not really there. Only my thoughts to surround me day in, day out. Sometimes people came to visit, and for a brief moment, I was free. But I looked around again and there was a thick sheet of glass between us.
Augustus is frightened of jail. If he goes to jail he will never be able to make himself memorable, thus succumbing to oblivion, his greatest fear. He wants to be remembered in a good way and be unique, something that won’t be possible should he end up in jail. But since he has had cancer and is missing one leg, it is very unlikely that he would be allowed to stay.
once i was returning cans and bottles and i was laying down on a metal shelf and one person said “that’s what a jail bed feels like”.
isaiah Beschler
lock
closet
prison
sad
animals
zoo
behind
Hélder
She sat down on the hard cot and refused to make eye contact with Jill.
“Are you serious? Will you please talk to me?”
“What do you want me to say? That it’s not your fault? That it’s not a big deal? IT IS YOUR FAULT AND IT IS A BIG DEAL!”
Metal and stone aren’t the only materials prisons are made of.
Yours has been formed by flesh and blood
And rests behind my ribs.
I will never let you go
When they threw him in the cell, he walked around its confines for several hours. There had to be some way to get out. But when they finally released him, the imprisonment had grown inside him. He was in a mental jail of his own making.
My brother spent a lot of his life in jail. I used to hate the police for it, but now I see that he made his own bed. I feel guilty, but I wish he was in prison again. It would be nice for him to have a place to stay and meals to eat and not worry about him committing suicide or breaking in again and again.
Paige B
I often think people in jail have it a little better than people who need to figure things out like myself. If you are there you know the duration of time you have and can set up specific expectations for yourself. Real life is often more freewheeling responsible and heavy. Decisions everywhere and consultation with others as well.
Zero
i’m in jail, trapped it wasn’t my fault the bank just called to me the money hidden behind its walls screaming out for me to take it. I swear i’m not crazy. But now i’m behind bars and starting to question just how sane i really am.
Rosie Priest
“You’re going to jail,” growled the warden. “You’re going to stay there for a long time. You will sit in silence and solidarity in a tiny, windowless cell, cramped and unforgiving, while you mentally digest your crimes. And you will forever regret your actions as you rot.”
“That’s all well and good,” replied the prisoner-to-be, “but for stealing a pencil?”
Belinda Roddie
“Annie,” Bec began, “I hate you.”
“Oh my god,” Annie said, “This isn’t my fault.”
“Oh, don’t worry guys,” Bec said, voice pitched high and mocking. “It’s just a party, not like we’ll get arrested or anything.”
“He has a point,” Megan chimed in.
“Fuck off.”
Stuck, in jail. At the age of 12. Marlin had never imagined this possibility, because the thought of a 12 year old actually in jail is so absurd. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t go home, and he couldn’t ask for help. He felt the anger and disappointment build up inside him. Was this really just chance? Had he deserved it?
Unfortunately that is sometimes what happens in Monopoly.
claire
“Really, again?”
“Yes, again, now hurry up and get me out of here before I have to pee in front of these people.”
Mimi
i was in jail.this is happening.i cant think straight at all.why do i even have to take all of this? its not fair. it wasnt my fault.
ateeqa
i couldn’t go out. i couldn’t do happy things. i couldn’t do what i want
what happens when you find out you are going to jail, do you panic do you look for escapes do you go into denial ,,, what are the emotions one feels at the moment they hear they are going to jail …I thi
Heather
Where I am, at least, mentally at the moment. It’s kind of weird though because I put myself there but yeah, technically that’s how I see it. It’s actually a place where to lock bad people at. Not me, but well…
Pauli Rocker
when one loses hope
due to ever hindered goals
life itself is JAIL
what is it for, jail?
for rehabilitation
or punishing hell?
shield from the guilty
except where states are corrupt
and jail liberties
! Haiku-man !
It had been years since the murder had occurred. Matt sat in his jail cell thinking about the old times. He remembered the fear in his victim’s leaf colored eyes. Then the lifelessness of their limp body. He remembered the scream his wife let out when she saw him covered in someone else’s blood and he remembered the disappointment and fear in her burning amber eyes. “What have you done!? You.. You monster!” His wife screamed and ran. Matt had counted the steps it took her to get to a phone and call the police. 32… That number had been burned into his brain since that day…
Lupa
He was locked up, waiting the end of the days, waiting until the gates opened and he could run free again, could smell flowers again, be with his wife again. But he had to wait, all because of a bribed judge.
My school is run by a man named Fatih. This guy is quite possibly the most incompetent human being I have ever met and does indeed deserve to be sent here. It’s a bit of a roundabout way of answering the prompt, but hear me out.
Manjunath Bettadapura
He was 18 when he had his first experience in jail. It could have been a simple case of underage, but that night he had decided to pick up his keys and drive to Walmart, about 5 minutes away. This had resulted in the death of two high school girls who he had known.
Essma J Kheiry
It was an old rooming house on a gravely lot with basically nothing going for it. It didn’t look like a house you’d want to live in; just like a tired old place that had grown tired of the people who were trying to make a life there. Somewhere along the line, it decided to warn people not to bother trying. It sagged and creaked; its wooden shingles grew soft, not in a nice way, with the weather and the tiredness of trying to go on. It was, for me, what I thought jail must be like, the way a 3 or 4 year old would think, having only been exposed to jail through the miracle of television. In those days, jail was a one-room set with bars and one guy standing there with his face pushed between the bars, trying to talk to someone or explain that he didn’t do it. It was only when I got older that I learned a few things about jail. Mainly that a lot of black men went to jail, not like the men they showed on 50’s TV, all white and nasty looking, playing inmates because black men didn’t get acting jobs. So there was that.
Jail does not sound like any fun to me, especially if you were innocently sent to jail. If you didn’t even do anything wrong I don’t see why they would send you to jail they should send the other person instead of you.
It was cold. Cold, and dark, and he had never known that it would be like this. Well, of course he knew it would be cold and dark. But he would have never predicted the light he found inside. The warmth. Because even in jail, humanity is present. And humanity is both cold and warm. Both light and dark.
I can’t go to jail.
No, not because I don’t want to, although that is also true.
But I know how I’ll die, and jail is part of that equation. I’m not ready to die; not yet. But here I sit, my hands shackled, the judge and jury leering at me, about to tell me my fate. as if I don’t already know. I wonder how many days I have before it happens.
I wish I could have said my goodbyes.
Read, write, listen and support lest you end up in jail. What is the reason to go to jail? It’s for rehabilitation, no? Sometimes you just have to wonder. Is there any good reason to put a person in jail for the rest of their life? I guess that’s what you do to someone who takes away another person’s life. I don’t want to go to jail.
I stolen a apple and stay inside jaill for 5 mouths. I stay bad
NO NO NO how could this happen I did not mean to do what I did. should i do I have kids a family what should I do ????????????
#Hannah A
The Po Po be all up in here, so Imma gonna go to jail. Oh no. I don’t think I can use my ipod there! What am I gonna do? I should not have tried to sell my baby brother in exchange for those nice pair of red cowboy boots that I wanted. Woe is me.
all i think about right now, is when my dad was arrested for our financial state. and i cried for days, every time someone knocked on the door, i hoped it was my dad, back from ‘jail’. i was in year 4. it sucked.
I’m afraid for you, sometimes. I think a little longer than I should, and I remember the way you looked the first time you told me about having been to jail.
The fact that you were scared to death of going back.
That you didn’t think orange was your color, and how even having been there, just briefly, it changed you. A black spot on an otherwise glowing child.
I wanted to hold you, then. I wanted to tell you, it’s okay, it’ll be all right.
But you looked at me with your dragon’s eyes and you said, “I’m never going back,” so strong, so proud, I couldn’t look away and I couldn’t move.
A place that people go to learn a lesson. However, this lesson is not always learned and we need to come up with an alternate plan. Like in my job the same accommodation does not work on every kid on my caseload I must adapt and learn to grow with them. Set them free with positive outcomes
Jail is not a place you would want to find yourself in. To be put behind bars isn’t the best thing that could happen to you. But if you did something illegal to get you there, your gonna have to pay the price. Hopefully whoever reads this doesn’t ever have to pay that price. Be we aren’t perfect people so you never can know what could happen.
Imprisoned
felled like a tree and stuck
one after the other
days go by and I am jailed
chained and bound
alone here
wake up counted sleep
no dreams
I was locked away, away from the people and the things that I loved. Not really here, not really there. Only my thoughts to surround me day in, day out. Sometimes people came to visit, and for a brief moment, I was free. But I looked around again and there was a thick sheet of glass between us.
Augustus is frightened of jail. If he goes to jail he will never be able to make himself memorable, thus succumbing to oblivion, his greatest fear. He wants to be remembered in a good way and be unique, something that won’t be possible should he end up in jail. But since he has had cancer and is missing one leg, it is very unlikely that he would be allowed to stay.
potatoes
i already wrote about this
once i was returning cans and bottles and i was laying down on a metal shelf and one person said “that’s what a jail bed feels like”.
lock
closet
prison
sad
animals
zoo
behind
She sat down on the hard cot and refused to make eye contact with Jill.
“Are you serious? Will you please talk to me?”
“What do you want me to say? That it’s not your fault? That it’s not a big deal? IT IS YOUR FAULT AND IT IS A BIG DEAL!”
Metal and stone aren’t the only materials prisons are made of.
Yours has been formed by flesh and blood
And rests behind my ribs.
I will never let you go
When they threw him in the cell, he walked around its confines for several hours. There had to be some way to get out. But when they finally released him, the imprisonment had grown inside him. He was in a mental jail of his own making.
i want one word my name is jitendra kumar sisodiya
To go to jail, to commit a crime, the loss of freedom, basic needs met but little else. Who would choose this option? who would choose crime?
My brother spent a lot of his life in jail. I used to hate the police for it, but now I see that he made his own bed. I feel guilty, but I wish he was in prison again. It would be nice for him to have a place to stay and meals to eat and not worry about him committing suicide or breaking in again and again.
I often think people in jail have it a little better than people who need to figure things out like myself. If you are there you know the duration of time you have and can set up specific expectations for yourself. Real life is often more freewheeling responsible and heavy. Decisions everywhere and consultation with others as well.
i’m in jail, trapped it wasn’t my fault the bank just called to me the money hidden behind its walls screaming out for me to take it. I swear i’m not crazy. But now i’m behind bars and starting to question just how sane i really am.
“You’re going to jail,” growled the warden. “You’re going to stay there for a long time. You will sit in silence and solidarity in a tiny, windowless cell, cramped and unforgiving, while you mentally digest your crimes. And you will forever regret your actions as you rot.”
“That’s all well and good,” replied the prisoner-to-be, “but for stealing a pencil?”
“Annie,” Bec began, “I hate you.”
“Oh my god,” Annie said, “This isn’t my fault.”
“Oh, don’t worry guys,” Bec said, voice pitched high and mocking. “It’s just a party, not like we’ll get arrested or anything.”
“He has a point,” Megan chimed in.
“Fuck off.”
Stuck, in jail. At the age of 12. Marlin had never imagined this possibility, because the thought of a 12 year old actually in jail is so absurd. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t go home, and he couldn’t ask for help. He felt the anger and disappointment build up inside him. Was this really just chance? Had he deserved it?
Unfortunately that is sometimes what happens in Monopoly.
“Really, again?”
“Yes, again, now hurry up and get me out of here before I have to pee in front of these people.”
i was in jail.this is happening.i cant think straight at all.why do i even have to take all of this? its not fair. it wasnt my fault.
i couldn’t go out. i couldn’t do happy things. i couldn’t do what i want
what happens when you find out you are going to jail, do you panic do you look for escapes do you go into denial ,,, what are the emotions one feels at the moment they hear they are going to jail …I thi
Where I am, at least, mentally at the moment. It’s kind of weird though because I put myself there but yeah, technically that’s how I see it. It’s actually a place where to lock bad people at. Not me, but well…
when one loses hope
due to ever hindered goals
life itself is JAIL
what is it for, jail?
for rehabilitation
or punishing hell?
shield from the guilty
except where states are corrupt
and jail liberties
It had been years since the murder had occurred. Matt sat in his jail cell thinking about the old times. He remembered the fear in his victim’s leaf colored eyes. Then the lifelessness of their limp body. He remembered the scream his wife let out when she saw him covered in someone else’s blood and he remembered the disappointment and fear in her burning amber eyes. “What have you done!? You.. You monster!” His wife screamed and ran. Matt had counted the steps it took her to get to a phone and call the police. 32… That number had been burned into his brain since that day…
He was locked up, waiting the end of the days, waiting until the gates opened and he could run free again, could smell flowers again, be with his wife again. But he had to wait, all because of a bribed judge.
My school is run by a man named Fatih. This guy is quite possibly the most incompetent human being I have ever met and does indeed deserve to be sent here. It’s a bit of a roundabout way of answering the prompt, but hear me out.
He was 18 when he had his first experience in jail. It could have been a simple case of underage, but that night he had decided to pick up his keys and drive to Walmart, about 5 minutes away. This had resulted in the death of two high school girls who he had known.
It was an old rooming house on a gravely lot with basically nothing going for it. It didn’t look like a house you’d want to live in; just like a tired old place that had grown tired of the people who were trying to make a life there. Somewhere along the line, it decided to warn people not to bother trying. It sagged and creaked; its wooden shingles grew soft, not in a nice way, with the weather and the tiredness of trying to go on. It was, for me, what I thought jail must be like, the way a 3 or 4 year old would think, having only been exposed to jail through the miracle of television. In those days, jail was a one-room set with bars and one guy standing there with his face pushed between the bars, trying to talk to someone or explain that he didn’t do it. It was only when I got older that I learned a few things about jail. Mainly that a lot of black men went to jail, not like the men they showed on 50’s TV, all white and nasty looking, playing inmates because black men didn’t get acting jobs. So there was that.