I am justified. Or am I. How do I actually place value or worth in myself? Isn’t it something that someone else chooses to pay for ME? Am I actually right and doing ok? Yes I am.
Let’s change the flow. We take on new sentence structures. Make short ideas, shorter. And we take those big ideas and shatter them until we see everything that an idea can be, seeing the fragments and creating a city, shattering the city creating a world, sundering the world creating dreams. Shatter the dreams, create our not invisible reality. And the short idea grows shorter. Litotes.
There is no explanation, no justification for my disappearance from the green and yellow real world. There is only the fact that I ended up in a blue and gold alternative state. Alternative country, alternative self. But the lullaby of the sea, the alchemy of the sand…it serves to comfort and inspire… It allows me to dream of the day I am able to show the people so far away the magic that inhibits this place.
Katie Wiggin
I can’t justify my actions. I just can’t. I do what I need to. I do what I feel is right… And that isn’t always good enough for you. It makes me feel bad sometimes. But I will never justify myself for you. And you need to accept that…
Olivia
I can justify so I suppose that means justification in some area. It wouldn’t be easy to write a poem about justification which is nonsense
I don’t need to convince you I’m right, that I’m being reasonable, because honestly, do you think you can stop me?
Only the defeated have to justify their actions; only the weaker have to convince superiors of their motives, and Love, I’m neither. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, because power plus not giving a shit equals freedom. While I live, I’m free. You’d have to kill me to get control over me.
Norine tried to burst ahead and pull the young girl she had just spent the last three months trying to find and keep safe away from danger, but Amelia and Borik’s hands were vices around her shoulders.
“Let her go!” Norine screamed, more to the crowd watching the girl than to her own captors. “She’s just a kid! This is wrong!”
Amelia pulled Norine back and looked her dead in the eye. In a small but hard voice, she said, “There’s no justification for killing her, I know. But we can’t do anything about this right now. Just remember this moment and use it as fuel for what’s to come.”
Norine saw the headsman raise his axe. Her eyes turned to bullets. “I will kill them all.”
there was no justification for that, he said rubbing his eyebrow. You can’t just smack a person without informing them that you are mad about something. That’s called “stealing’ on someone.
You really think it’s me who started all these? All these threats, murders, arson…
No. I never wanted to become a beast too. It is his father, his wretched father that snatched my wife’s life. But who is there to listen to me? The police? The attorney? The jury? The judge?
No, none.
Because after all, to them, my love does not bring justification to my actions.
Just do things. Don’t seek justification for everything. It’s a long word, and when you stop and think about it, other people are ahead of you. You can find the justifications when you grow older.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he scoffed. It was a response that she was very familiar with. He never had to explain his actions – at least in his eyes.
“Not even a little?” she jested, trying very hard to keep her tears from falling.
I I don’t have to feel justification for my positions, but it’s there anyway. I’m against people telling me what to do with my vote, with my body, with my religion. My justification? Just because I am free.
He had justification for what he had just done. All the blame would fall to him if he did not voice his side of the story. He wouldn’t let them blame him though. He would confess, he would come clean first. He would tell his side of the story.
This is a desire to have text align perfectly both left and right. Man loves a line, or a circle. Man knows exactly where to stop and start. Neat and tidy unless there are too few words to span a full line. Minimalism puts whitespace into a line. Make man fill it in for himself.
There was little justification for the way she felt. Or maybe there were decades of it. Layers and layers that had built up over the years until she couldn’t breathe for all the accumulated dust of and build-up crusting her lungs. One day she reached in and scrubbed it all away and found there was nothing left but herself and she didn’t know quite what to do with that.
Just herself was a weird way to be.
A strange way to feel, freeing and terrifying all at once.
She breathed into it and found that she hated it as much as she loved it. Was this prison? A life that she could see but not exactly live?
“Oh so you think this makes it better? you think you can bring your actions to justification with this?”
“baby please, she means nothing to me,” he pleaded, begging for forgiveness on his knees.
There is no justification for the mistaken belief that drinking beer is a bad thing. It is what people do afterwards that is the problem.
tonykeyesjapan
Justify, testify, just testify already. I know, you know, we all know that I am guiltiest in the degree of charge. Don’t look at my face and assume otherwise. I am guilty.
Matsuda
sun goes down
my mummy reading e novel
black bird song
life is e lie
rasa
You’re looking for justification. Sounds little like ya need some clarification. Which,which did what,what now? That’s what all the buzz is about, isn’t it?
Peter Crawford
It’s hard to find a justification for this habit. But writing is good for the soul. That’s why I keep doing it. And, by the way, who needs justification? I’m good with my habits. I’ve cleaned them up. I need not justify any of my behavior. I’m the one who has to live with me. The only justification I need is why am I wasting my time here when I should be getting paid to do this.
I have always said that anything can be justified. Human begins have this amazing capacity to indulge in rationalizing. Yes, rational lies are a way of life for many.
its legal process not always connected with internal vision of people, it has something to do with the way society would like to have things done… it needed though to keep the ball rolling
I am justified. Or am I. How do I actually place value or worth in myself? Isn’t it something that someone else chooses to pay for ME? Am I actually right and doing ok? Yes I am.
Let’s change the flow. We take on new sentence structures. Make short ideas, shorter. And we take those big ideas and shatter them until we see everything that an idea can be, seeing the fragments and creating a city, shattering the city creating a world, sundering the world creating dreams. Shatter the dreams, create our not invisible reality. And the short idea grows shorter. Litotes.
There is no explanation, no justification for my disappearance from the green and yellow real world. There is only the fact that I ended up in a blue and gold alternative state. Alternative country, alternative self. But the lullaby of the sea, the alchemy of the sand…it serves to comfort and inspire… It allows me to dream of the day I am able to show the people so far away the magic that inhibits this place.
I can’t justify my actions. I just can’t. I do what I need to. I do what I feel is right… And that isn’t always good enough for you. It makes me feel bad sometimes. But I will never justify myself for you. And you need to accept that…
I can justify so I suppose that means justification in some area. It wouldn’t be easy to write a poem about justification which is nonsense
I don’t need to convince you I’m right, that I’m being reasonable, because honestly, do you think you can stop me?
Only the defeated have to justify their actions; only the weaker have to convince superiors of their motives, and Love, I’m neither. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, because power plus not giving a shit equals freedom. While I live, I’m free. You’d have to kill me to get control over me.
i could kill you
for the same reasons
that i love you
both options are right
and holy
and human
Norine tried to burst ahead and pull the young girl she had just spent the last three months trying to find and keep safe away from danger, but Amelia and Borik’s hands were vices around her shoulders.
“Let her go!” Norine screamed, more to the crowd watching the girl than to her own captors. “She’s just a kid! This is wrong!”
Amelia pulled Norine back and looked her dead in the eye. In a small but hard voice, she said, “There’s no justification for killing her, I know. But we can’t do anything about this right now. Just remember this moment and use it as fuel for what’s to come.”
Norine saw the headsman raise his axe. Her eyes turned to bullets. “I will kill them all.”
there was no justification for that, he said rubbing his eyebrow. You can’t just smack a person without informing them that you are mad about something. That’s called “stealing’ on someone.
Is the any justification for lying? I have to ask myself because it is a habitnI have that I long to be free of.
Justifications are overrated. People justify their justifications so they can feel good about what they choose.
I lay in bed, alone with my thoughts
sparkling like gems in moonshine
I pour myself into its soundlessness
and escape deep yonder
You really think it’s me who started all these? All these threats, murders, arson…
No. I never wanted to become a beast too. It is his father, his wretched father that snatched my wife’s life. But who is there to listen to me? The police? The attorney? The jury? The judge?
No, none.
Because after all, to them, my love does not bring justification to my actions.
Just do things. Don’t seek justification for everything. It’s a long word, and when you stop and think about it, other people are ahead of you. You can find the justifications when you grow older.
If I try to justify my lack of interest in this word, I can’t. It’s simply a dry word, a dictionary word; just another word for excuses.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he scoffed. It was a response that she was very familiar with. He never had to explain his actions – at least in his eyes.
“Not even a little?” she jested, trying very hard to keep her tears from falling.
I I don’t have to feel justification for my positions, but it’s there anyway. I’m against people telling me what to do with my vote, with my body, with my religion. My justification? Just because I am free.
He had justification for what he had just done. All the blame would fall to him if he did not voice his side of the story. He wouldn’t let them blame him though. He would confess, he would come clean first. He would tell his side of the story.
This is a desire to have text align perfectly both left and right. Man loves a line, or a circle. Man knows exactly where to stop and start. Neat and tidy unless there are too few words to span a full line. Minimalism puts whitespace into a line. Make man fill it in for himself.
There was little justification for the way she felt. Or maybe there were decades of it. Layers and layers that had built up over the years until she couldn’t breathe for all the accumulated dust of and build-up crusting her lungs. One day she reached in and scrubbed it all away and found there was nothing left but herself and she didn’t know quite what to do with that.
Just herself was a weird way to be.
A strange way to feel, freeing and terrifying all at once.
She breathed into it and found that she hated it as much as she loved it. Was this prison? A life that she could see but not exactly live?
“Oh so you think this makes it better? you think you can bring your actions to justification with this?”
“baby please, she means nothing to me,” he pleaded, begging for forgiveness on his knees.
There is no justification for the mistaken belief that drinking beer is a bad thing. It is what people do afterwards that is the problem.
Justify, testify, just testify already. I know, you know, we all know that I am guiltiest in the degree of charge. Don’t look at my face and assume otherwise. I am guilty.
sun goes down
my mummy reading e novel
black bird song
life is e lie
You’re looking for justification. Sounds little like ya need some clarification. Which,which did what,what now? That’s what all the buzz is about, isn’t it?
It’s hard to find a justification for this habit. But writing is good for the soul. That’s why I keep doing it. And, by the way, who needs justification? I’m good with my habits. I’ve cleaned them up. I need not justify any of my behavior. I’m the one who has to live with me. The only justification I need is why am I wasting my time here when I should be getting paid to do this.
I have always said that anything can be justified. Human begins have this amazing capacity to indulge in rationalizing. Yes, rational lies are a way of life for many.
its legal process not always connected with internal vision of people, it has something to do with the way society would like to have things done… it needed though to keep the ball rolling