I was always given two options: the basement or the belt. Eventually they realized that I wasn’t afraid of pain, but I was afraid of the dark. The belt ceased to be an option shortly thereafter.
The boy sulked up to his room. He hated his parents. Why did they have to be so strict. He just broke a dish that’s all. Okay, so he threw the dish at his sister and then it broke but he still didn’t deserve this punishment.
Liz Vos
I don’t like that I am
I don’t feel that I should be
I doubt that you are
I hate that I deserve it
I see too much me
and hardly any you
it’s the harsh reality
I’m being punished
CJ
Consequences are being punished. YOu get punished for things that are morally or ethically wrong, even for something that someone told you not to do that you did. I dont like to be punished, not at all
Alex
For something I didn’t do, I’m punished. Some don’t see it, for it isn’t said, written or directly done. I am punished in spirit and mind. Some don’t understand, but to me it is simple, the cruel punishment wears me down.
Rachel V
slaves were punished for not doing what they were told
children were punished by sitting in a corner
alexis
it is so ironic
that you hurl these accusations
over something staining your own hands
I did it for the honor
I was trying to be strong
to hell with your degree
It was a punishment beyond imagining. At this point, even death would be a preferable alternative, and a mercy. It was beyond what he had ever dreamed possible for suffering and hate – a slave to everything he had fought so hard against. The feeling of knowing he would never escape this fate was unbearable.
she felt punished sitting in the theatre darkness.
Her body was bombarded by bombastically loud theatrics…how could she enjoy the movie when her entire body reverberated with sound waves ?
skylarkin
Perhaps I’ll pursue
my own punishment
I find it perplexing
as to
why
After it’s over
I long to be
punished
again
Seeing him with her was the worst form of punishment I could ever receive. I know he’d never remember how we loved each other. Because those memories were erased. Deleted. Terminated.
Juliet
the gods had frowned upon her and taken her love away what did she do to deserve this what terrible crime had she committed against everything she held dear so that the most precious thing in the world to her had been cruelly snatched away just when things where starting to look up?
libbi
you’d think i’d been punished. lost alone and worried about what they think of me. they think a lot apparently. and in a single conversation my love for someone could turn to confusion, disgust, fear. what does he think of me? flattered or repulsed that i should be the receiver of such a thing such an idea such a fantasy. who am i? my life surely is not real. surely i’ve made it up, was intoxicated, dreaming.
surely it’s not up to me. surely it’s not the three.
I think it’s easier to think I am being punished that to accept that I am doing this to myself. I am the one digging the pit of despair. I am the one opening the cubicle door to an office in which I will work like a grunt ’till I die. But it’s easier to think it’s just a punishment, because then at least there’ll be forgiveness at the end.
A man in a cell. Usually a bad one. But every now and again, he isn’t. Sometimes he gets what he deserves for all of the wrong reasons. Maybe he did something bad earlier but wasn’t caught. It happens. But for this reason, it’s not him. It’s you.
Some are punished by the pressure
Other internalize the force
Resistant – unwilling to move
Restrained – unable to bloom
Yet there are a rare few who will use it to change themselves together
Lavender Diamond
he liked to be punished. the more angry she got with him, the happier he felt. his heart was filled with bitterness, every day, the same question haunted him, how could his mother do that to his father?
manoj munde
It’s your fault. Why we’re like this; why I feel like this. I wish I could let you know how it feels. I wish I could punish you like you punished me, but I love you too much. This pain I feel, no one should feel this. I wish It wasn’t like this. I wish you loved me….
I know this girl that likes to be punished. Not in a negative way, it’s more for fun. She enjoys punishment because light pain can be enjoyed. I think this is a good activity to practice if both parties are consenting. I recommend you all try it at some point. Thanks!
Yanni Casheroni
Punishment” justified? or not, i gives people a satisfaction, the person doing the punishing, or even maybe a little to the person being punished. there was a study done, after WWII, about how the nazis could be so absolutlely cruel: Normal people were brought into a room, where an actor was hooked up to a pretend shock machine, the goal was to as him a question, if he got it wrong he would be “shocked”, if right, then not: it showed that even normal people could turn sadistic, all the volunteers continued with the questions, even as the actor “screamed in agony” and “begged for mercy”, they thought it was a game: I dont know why i wrote this, it was just pretty shocking( no pun intended)
amber
I punish myself sometimes if I don’t do the right thing that I ought to have done. But I realize that I’m human, imperfect and meant to do things wrong sometimes. And everything is just lesson yet to be learn. So I remind myself that I don’t need to be punished. I just need to accept myself for who I am right now and who I will be.
i had punished enough. to say that i’d been punished in the process would just be another scapegoat and i had just had about enough of those. this one was on me. they all were. this heavy of this one sufficed for the load.
I wasn’t going to talk to her. Ever. Not after what she’d done. I’d hid it from everyone else; I hadn’t given her away. I refused to stoop to her level, and that was all she was ever going to get from me. Regardless of how little she deserved even that.
Aca
I was beaten and bloody
and bruised
but not on the surface;
my heart was shattered
and my lungs were
deflated,
my bones were broken
and I was bleeding a
story down onto
paper into a
letter that
would never be
read.
At the end of the day
with an already full shame tank
I listen to the weathered words
of a divine inner hatred
for the freedom you never had
and are intent to deny me
as you remove my right
to celebrate myself
and discipline myself.
When you do something you know is wrong but without any thought you do it and in result you receive the consequences and your are punished. A guilt may develop and you will ask for forgiveness.
Jen
We’re punished when we do something wrong, a measure our disciplinarians use to teach us a lesson. Teach us right from wrong, not to make the same mistakes again. And yet I never learn. I can’t keep feeling for you so I pull away to punish myself, but I just want you more.
Why am I being punished? I choose the hard major. I choose the one which can help people. I take the road less traveled. Now I’m in a library on a Sunday for the next 10 hours. I now know why its the road less traveled. Cause it sucks.
Emma
i looked down in embarassment, saliva dripping from my lips and my chin, as the perforated acrylic ball forced my lips apart and pushed my tongue back into the cavity of my mouth. i wheezed through it, my body corresponding with a rythmic sensation as my veins pulsed against the hemp ropes; two mazes of information crossing each other unwillingly.
punisher. the punisher. i love that movie. damn, now that i think about it i fell asleep halfway through that movie. but i’m sure i would’ve liked it if i had watched the movie. oh well. the jews were punished in the holocaust. that’s sad.
you are twisted up
in the sheets next to me,
the long of your back
pressed against the side of mine,
bare skin on bare skin.
and each mole and
dimple
and freckle
spattered across you
is a punishment.
She thought of all the failures in the world, all the people she didn’t protect, all the things she didn’t do. She deserved this, she thought. No one deserved it more than her.
Because failure is the worst kind of sin.
Alex
I punished you because of that and now you go and do it again. Wow. Why? Oh well you are still not going.
she thought she deserved it
she had no one to go to
she was along
(or so it seemed)
so she punished herself
the lights were gone
it was all dark
all dark matter
was it an illusion?
science says otherwise
but that doesn’t mean
that myths are fake
you can love life
and still think
you deserve
something horrible
because no one can disagree
or agree
it is inevitable
that life goes on
I was always given two options: the basement or the belt. Eventually they realized that I wasn’t afraid of pain, but I was afraid of the dark. The belt ceased to be an option shortly thereafter.
Is this my punishment for being a bad person?
The boy sulked up to his room. He hated his parents. Why did they have to be so strict. He just broke a dish that’s all. Okay, so he threw the dish at his sister and then it broke but he still didn’t deserve this punishment.
I don’t like that I am
I don’t feel that I should be
I doubt that you are
I hate that I deserve it
I see too much me
and hardly any you
it’s the harsh reality
I’m being punished
Consequences are being punished. YOu get punished for things that are morally or ethically wrong, even for something that someone told you not to do that you did. I dont like to be punished, not at all
For something I didn’t do, I’m punished. Some don’t see it, for it isn’t said, written or directly done. I am punished in spirit and mind. Some don’t understand, but to me it is simple, the cruel punishment wears me down.
slaves were punished for not doing what they were told
children were punished by sitting in a corner
it is so ironic
that you hurl these accusations
over something staining your own hands
I did it for the honor
I was trying to be strong
to hell with your degree
It was a punishment beyond imagining. At this point, even death would be a preferable alternative, and a mercy. It was beyond what he had ever dreamed possible for suffering and hate – a slave to everything he had fought so hard against. The feeling of knowing he would never escape this fate was unbearable.
she felt punished sitting in the theatre darkness.
Her body was bombarded by bombastically loud theatrics…how could she enjoy the movie when her entire body reverberated with sound waves ?
Perhaps I’ll pursue
my own punishment
I find it perplexing
as to
why
After it’s over
I long to be
punished
again
Seeing him with her was the worst form of punishment I could ever receive. I know he’d never remember how we loved each other. Because those memories were erased. Deleted. Terminated.
the gods had frowned upon her and taken her love away what did she do to deserve this what terrible crime had she committed against everything she held dear so that the most precious thing in the world to her had been cruelly snatched away just when things where starting to look up?
you’d think i’d been punished. lost alone and worried about what they think of me. they think a lot apparently. and in a single conversation my love for someone could turn to confusion, disgust, fear. what does he think of me? flattered or repulsed that i should be the receiver of such a thing such an idea such a fantasy. who am i? my life surely is not real. surely i’ve made it up, was intoxicated, dreaming.
surely it’s not up to me. surely it’s not the three.
I think it’s easier to think I am being punished that to accept that I am doing this to myself. I am the one digging the pit of despair. I am the one opening the cubicle door to an office in which I will work like a grunt ’till I die. But it’s easier to think it’s just a punishment, because then at least there’ll be forgiveness at the end.
A man in a cell. Usually a bad one. But every now and again, he isn’t. Sometimes he gets what he deserves for all of the wrong reasons. Maybe he did something bad earlier but wasn’t caught. It happens. But for this reason, it’s not him. It’s you.
revenge
and I punished myself
for all those thoughts
and all those feelings
that haunted and daunted me
but then I realised
that they make me stronger
and when I look back
it’s actually not that bad
it was never that bad
and it will never be that bad
just stay with me and I will be fine
Some are punished by the pressure
Other internalize the force
Resistant – unwilling to move
Restrained – unable to bloom
Yet there are a rare few who will use it to change themselves together
he liked to be punished. the more angry she got with him, the happier he felt. his heart was filled with bitterness, every day, the same question haunted him, how could his mother do that to his father?
It’s your fault. Why we’re like this; why I feel like this. I wish I could let you know how it feels. I wish I could punish you like you punished me, but I love you too much. This pain I feel, no one should feel this. I wish It wasn’t like this. I wish you loved me….
I know this girl that likes to be punished. Not in a negative way, it’s more for fun. She enjoys punishment because light pain can be enjoyed. I think this is a good activity to practice if both parties are consenting. I recommend you all try it at some point. Thanks!
Punishment” justified? or not, i gives people a satisfaction, the person doing the punishing, or even maybe a little to the person being punished. there was a study done, after WWII, about how the nazis could be so absolutlely cruel: Normal people were brought into a room, where an actor was hooked up to a pretend shock machine, the goal was to as him a question, if he got it wrong he would be “shocked”, if right, then not: it showed that even normal people could turn sadistic, all the volunteers continued with the questions, even as the actor “screamed in agony” and “begged for mercy”, they thought it was a game: I dont know why i wrote this, it was just pretty shocking( no pun intended)
I punish myself sometimes if I don’t do the right thing that I ought to have done. But I realize that I’m human, imperfect and meant to do things wrong sometimes. And everything is just lesson yet to be learn. So I remind myself that I don’t need to be punished. I just need to accept myself for who I am right now and who I will be.
i had punished enough. to say that i’d been punished in the process would just be another scapegoat and i had just had about enough of those. this one was on me. they all were. this heavy of this one sufficed for the load.
I wasn’t going to talk to her. Ever. Not after what she’d done. I’d hid it from everyone else; I hadn’t given her away. I refused to stoop to her level, and that was all she was ever going to get from me. Regardless of how little she deserved even that.
I was beaten and bloody
and bruised
but not on the surface;
my heart was shattered
and my lungs were
deflated,
my bones were broken
and I was bleeding a
story down onto
paper into a
letter that
would never be
read.
-a.d.r.
At the end of the day
with an already full shame tank
I listen to the weathered words
of a divine inner hatred
for the freedom you never had
and are intent to deny me
as you remove my right
to celebrate myself
and discipline myself.
When you do something you know is wrong but without any thought you do it and in result you receive the consequences and your are punished. A guilt may develop and you will ask for forgiveness.
We’re punished when we do something wrong, a measure our disciplinarians use to teach us a lesson. Teach us right from wrong, not to make the same mistakes again. And yet I never learn. I can’t keep feeling for you so I pull away to punish myself, but I just want you more.
I was punished. And rightly so. It wasn’t nice, what I’d done. It wasn’t proper. I was a cold heartless, evil bastard who got what he deserved.
At least, that’s what the papers said.
Why am I being punished? I choose the hard major. I choose the one which can help people. I take the road less traveled. Now I’m in a library on a Sunday for the next 10 hours. I now know why its the road less traveled. Cause it sucks.
i looked down in embarassment, saliva dripping from my lips and my chin, as the perforated acrylic ball forced my lips apart and pushed my tongue back into the cavity of my mouth. i wheezed through it, my body corresponding with a rythmic sensation as my veins pulsed against the hemp ropes; two mazes of information crossing each other unwillingly.
punisher. the punisher. i love that movie. damn, now that i think about it i fell asleep halfway through that movie. but i’m sure i would’ve liked it if i had watched the movie. oh well. the jews were punished in the holocaust. that’s sad.
parents room grounded upset tears sad depression no-phone pillow mad no-friends :P
chastised
you are twisted up
in the sheets next to me,
the long of your back
pressed against the side of mine,
bare skin on bare skin.
and each mole and
dimple
and freckle
spattered across you
is a punishment.
She thought of all the failures in the world, all the people she didn’t protect, all the things she didn’t do. She deserved this, she thought. No one deserved it more than her.
Because failure is the worst kind of sin.
I punished you because of that and now you go and do it again. Wow. Why? Oh well you are still not going.