you raised me up so I can stand on mountains. you raised me up so I can go through stormy seas.
michael
Raised. I repeat the words that I’m writing about at the beginning of these. I suppose it’s human nature to want a road map. A decision, this is what I’m going to talk about, going to do. We are raised that way. My adopted sister may have different views on the nature-nurture aspect, but all I can say is that I am who I am, because I am who I am. I’m tired of looking. Tired of why. Tired of rising.
I was raised by both my parents and they did an excellent job. I have also raised three children and did even a more excellent job than my parents. I has been an honor to be raised as I was which taugth me the skills to also have children they will claim it was an honor to be raised by their parent. It has also raised by confidence as a human being to see the results of how I have raised my children. I also see grandchildren who are being raised with the same concept and they appear to be excellent human being as this stage in their lives. Key to have raised children successfully is to never ever hit them and for 99% of the time never raise your voice. Nothing can be more satisfying in old age to look at the results of what you have raised and realize later on they will be raising their old mother and grandmother.
tess
she raised her hand. Yes? replied her teacher. Why? she asked. Why what? replied her teacher. She then walked out.
I was raised on long island. It’s a place i loved growing up. I never what any other place was like so I suppose i had no frame of reference. it wasn’t until I joined the military that I realized that I didn’t really like Long Island as much as I thought. After boot camp my first tour of duty was in Charleston, South Carolina on a cutter that tended buoys in the atlantic, caribean, and even the gulf from time to time. After six months at this unit I had alreaduy seen about 10 new places America and abroad. We went to places that not many people get to see. I stayed in cuba for 4 days. I went to haiti during a mass exodus. I went to most of the American and British virgin islands, you get the point. This was my first frame of reference of new cultures that weren’t American. It was these visits that woke me up to the ways other people live and the places people live. I learned to respect the simpler ways of living simply because I saw that people looked happier than most Americans. My next tour was in california which is like another country if you grew up on long island. Californians are completely different human beings. They’re wired differently. Maybe it’s because the weather is so nice all year long there or maybe it’s something else. I don’t know. What i do know is that my three and a half years out there were some of the best of my life. People are just more laid back in general, not to mention that the waves there are almost always good. Out there I didn’t see many new places with the Coast Guard but I did start to travel recreationally. I went to Costa Rica on a surf trip with my friends. That place is too easy to fall in love with. The people there are mostly friendly, the lifestyle is far less complicated, and the climate is tropical. I’m going back there in a few months and I’m sure I’ll love it just as much. After Costa Rica my next trip abroad was to Italy and Greece. Both of these countries were amazing and I got to see the remains of one of the oldest cities in the world. I went all over Italy and to only one island in Greece. I don’t think the Greek Islands really give you an accurate frame of reference for what life is like in Greece but it was nice to spend 5 days on a clothing optional beach. My current tour of duty has me back in Long Island. I had been for 6 years and seen a great deal more culture than most people see in a lifetime. That’s probably why I hate it here now. People on Long Island are different. It may be that people now are just different. We put our dumbest and trashiest examples of American culture on TV for all of us to watch and it brings us all down and leaves its mark on everything. We are at a stage of human existence that’s almost sickening to observe and experience. We could be better people than we are. We’re all hypnotized by things around us and we need to wake up. I think moving back to Long Island made this crystal clear to me. Never has it been more apparent that I don’t want to live my life this way and for that reason I can’t feel at home living in the place I was raised.
I love the American expression, “Born and raised”. It has a nice cowboy ring to it. I was born and raised in London up to 11 then I was raised in St.Lucia up to 18. I experienced 2 different countries at a young age. Now as a mature woman, life goes on.
Jeanette Ju-Pierre
Mack was a freckle-faced all-American boy pictured holding up undersized trouts in badly taken photographs. His mom and pop raised him to be a good Protestant, but it was too wishy-washy, so at 18 he broke the news he was going Baptist. That wasn’t militant enough so at 25 he converted to Catholicism, plenty of rules, but not the right ones. So Mack explored Fascism which led him to Politicism and now he’s ramping up to run for President.
I was raised by my mom and dad. on our farm, we raised chickens and pigs. Even cows. We raised 1,000 dollars in a fundraiser last year for who had the heaviest pig. It was an outstanding event. I enjoy being raised on a farm.
Samantha
Like the corn, raised up on tiny stilts of glass like legs. Shivering as higher we reach into the sky, screaming to be, screaming to know. We are here, tall, thought of as only brittle stalks, and the silence is all you know.
Chelsea
The vines twisted and flexed in a way that seemed too alive for her liking. Gradually, as if it were in slow motion, the plant raised its head, drinking in the sunlight for a moment before turning its attention back to her.
Lunch.
high, raised up in a chair and bouncing around with lots of friends and family. Dancing and music. Raised to the top of a mountain. inspired and inspiring. Raised in the south but not truly southern.
Michelle
I tried to reach the top of the shelf, but the as each minute passed it seemed that I grew shorter and shorter. Looking at the room around me I notice one thing that would catch anybodies eye, the family emblem… My family emblem. I ran to it and suddenly just before I reached it the floor beneath me started moving. Or I started hovering, because I was being raised to the ceiling. Panicked I screamed as I thought about the pain of being crushed to death.
Suddenly the magician touched the red blanket and the young lady was raised up. Her black sleek hair flopped over and she winked at the audience. There was a big gasp. She was almost touching the ceiling when the lights went out. For a few seconds we sat in silence then the lights came back. The magician and woman were no where to be seen.
Jeanette Ju-Pierre
i was raised in fair banks,ak with my big sister Kailey i was a baby so i don’t remember anything now.but when i was 2 months my family moved to Nome,Ak and basicly i been here my whole life.
macey witrosky
She was raised to be a nice child. Seen, not heard. Polite and adorable at the same time. She was raised to not have “fun”, to look out for others instead, to hold back. She was sick of it. Still, there was no breaking the rules by which she had been brought up. They were too strong, too old, they had grown over the years, getting her more and more tangled up inside them. So she carried on holding back, she carried on caring more for others than she did for herself. She carried on being a better person each day and crying herself to sleep each night.
hello my name is cat that makes no sence. the book out of dust because ughh i dont want to explain i love apples and dip dont talk to me. lalalalallalalallallaalallalalala IN WEST PHILEDALPHIA BORN AND RAISED ON THE PLAYGROUND IS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS ugh raisons
Sara Casper
I was raised in a family of sign posts. We weren’t rich but we were happy. I was born a stop and remained that way until my late teens, my siblings sometimes teased me for it but i knew who i was. My parents were ‘hippies’, they changed signs almost every week and usually to some obnoxious vintage car number plate, sometimes people stared at us when we went on our annual road trips but we just laughed at them and rolled on. Those memories are the best that I possess anymore
Becky
Would that it were so easy to escape an oubliette; the easiest answer is death. But is not an option. These stones hide answers, which are not easy to loosen, such is the way of secrets. I raised my hands to allow all my senses take hold. If there is a way, I will find it. An unconventional answer will require its equal in method.
Intuition
raised means going up or being raised by ur parents u be the jude state farm is the best
i raised up a metal box that contained stuff that i need for constucting a building and it is filled with materials and tools in order for the constucion of the building
I was raised a Catholic but i dont really mess with that anymore. But i was also raised with really good morals and whatnot too so that’s good. I like who i became. I am not sure if my parents do…but whatever. I hope to one day raise sea monkeyys
pinky
He was raised that we too can be raised.
david
I was raised in fire.
Brought up by wolves.
Wild, careless creatures.
And now, I am cold. Shivering.
Longing for the warm breeze of home.
But I am left out here alone in the cold, starry, night.
Beautiful skies,
Don’t desert me now.
My parents raised me in a special way. And this way of raising a child so young, a child so frail, has instilled in me a belief that I also deserve to live in a special way. Some people are born special. I was not. I was raised special. And so I must and will forever live special.
I raised by eyebrows and looked as if I was not clear about what he was saying, but inside i knew perfectly well what that meant for our friendship. My eyes glazed over and I smiled.
I was raised in a small town just outside of Stockport, that’s relatively near Manchester, it was called Poynton. It was quite a bizarre place, purely in the fact that the inhabitants of this little town knew nearly everything about one another. Had anything been undiscovered in this town, well really I should say a village, it would have been remarkable. Most the time spent in this little village revolved around the character known only to the inhabitants of Poynton village as the “biggest cunt in Cheshire”. This gentleman failed to endeavour that no one, no one respected him.
you raised me up so I can stand on mountains. you raised me up so I can go through stormy seas.
Raised. I repeat the words that I’m writing about at the beginning of these. I suppose it’s human nature to want a road map. A decision, this is what I’m going to talk about, going to do. We are raised that way. My adopted sister may have different views on the nature-nurture aspect, but all I can say is that I am who I am, because I am who I am. I’m tired of looking. Tired of why. Tired of rising.
he was raised up
i raised my pet dog
larry raised his cat
I was raised by both my parents and they did an excellent job. I have also raised three children and did even a more excellent job than my parents. I has been an honor to be raised as I was which taugth me the skills to also have children they will claim it was an honor to be raised by their parent. It has also raised by confidence as a human being to see the results of how I have raised my children. I also see grandchildren who are being raised with the same concept and they appear to be excellent human being as this stage in their lives. Key to have raised children successfully is to never ever hit them and for 99% of the time never raise your voice. Nothing can be more satisfying in old age to look at the results of what you have raised and realize later on they will be raising their old mother and grandmother.
she raised her hand. Yes? replied her teacher. Why? she asked. Why what? replied her teacher. She then walked out.
I was raised on long island. It’s a place i loved growing up. I never what any other place was like so I suppose i had no frame of reference. it wasn’t until I joined the military that I realized that I didn’t really like Long Island as much as I thought. After boot camp my first tour of duty was in Charleston, South Carolina on a cutter that tended buoys in the atlantic, caribean, and even the gulf from time to time. After six months at this unit I had alreaduy seen about 10 new places America and abroad. We went to places that not many people get to see. I stayed in cuba for 4 days. I went to haiti during a mass exodus. I went to most of the American and British virgin islands, you get the point. This was my first frame of reference of new cultures that weren’t American. It was these visits that woke me up to the ways other people live and the places people live. I learned to respect the simpler ways of living simply because I saw that people looked happier than most Americans. My next tour was in california which is like another country if you grew up on long island. Californians are completely different human beings. They’re wired differently. Maybe it’s because the weather is so nice all year long there or maybe it’s something else. I don’t know. What i do know is that my three and a half years out there were some of the best of my life. People are just more laid back in general, not to mention that the waves there are almost always good. Out there I didn’t see many new places with the Coast Guard but I did start to travel recreationally. I went to Costa Rica on a surf trip with my friends. That place is too easy to fall in love with. The people there are mostly friendly, the lifestyle is far less complicated, and the climate is tropical. I’m going back there in a few months and I’m sure I’ll love it just as much. After Costa Rica my next trip abroad was to Italy and Greece. Both of these countries were amazing and I got to see the remains of one of the oldest cities in the world. I went all over Italy and to only one island in Greece. I don’t think the Greek Islands really give you an accurate frame of reference for what life is like in Greece but it was nice to spend 5 days on a clothing optional beach. My current tour of duty has me back in Long Island. I had been for 6 years and seen a great deal more culture than most people see in a lifetime. That’s probably why I hate it here now. People on Long Island are different. It may be that people now are just different. We put our dumbest and trashiest examples of American culture on TV for all of us to watch and it brings us all down and leaves its mark on everything. We are at a stage of human existence that’s almost sickening to observe and experience. We could be better people than we are. We’re all hypnotized by things around us and we need to wake up. I think moving back to Long Island made this crystal clear to me. Never has it been more apparent that I don’t want to live my life this way and for that reason I can’t feel at home living in the place I was raised.
I love the American expression, “Born and raised”. It has a nice cowboy ring to it. I was born and raised in London up to 11 then I was raised in St.Lucia up to 18. I experienced 2 different countries at a young age. Now as a mature woman, life goes on.
Mack was a freckle-faced all-American boy pictured holding up undersized trouts in badly taken photographs. His mom and pop raised him to be a good Protestant, but it was too wishy-washy, so at 18 he broke the news he was going Baptist. That wasn’t militant enough so at 25 he converted to Catholicism, plenty of rules, but not the right ones. So Mack explored Fascism which led him to Politicism and now he’s ramping up to run for President.
I was raised by my mom and dad. on our farm, we raised chickens and pigs. Even cows. We raised 1,000 dollars in a fundraiser last year for who had the heaviest pig. It was an outstanding event. I enjoy being raised on a farm.
Like the corn, raised up on tiny stilts of glass like legs. Shivering as higher we reach into the sky, screaming to be, screaming to know. We are here, tall, thought of as only brittle stalks, and the silence is all you know.
The vines twisted and flexed in a way that seemed too alive for her liking. Gradually, as if it were in slow motion, the plant raised its head, drinking in the sunlight for a moment before turning its attention back to her.
Lunch.
high, raised up in a chair and bouncing around with lots of friends and family. Dancing and music. Raised to the top of a mountain. inspired and inspiring. Raised in the south but not truly southern.
I tried to reach the top of the shelf, but the as each minute passed it seemed that I grew shorter and shorter. Looking at the room around me I notice one thing that would catch anybodies eye, the family emblem… My family emblem. I ran to it and suddenly just before I reached it the floor beneath me started moving. Or I started hovering, because I was being raised to the ceiling. Panicked I screamed as I thought about the pain of being crushed to death.
Suddenly the magician touched the red blanket and the young lady was raised up. Her black sleek hair flopped over and she winked at the audience. There was a big gasp. She was almost touching the ceiling when the lights went out. For a few seconds we sat in silence then the lights came back. The magician and woman were no where to be seen.
i was raised in fair banks,ak with my big sister Kailey i was a baby so i don’t remember anything now.but when i was 2 months my family moved to Nome,Ak and basicly i been here my whole life.
She was raised to be a nice child. Seen, not heard. Polite and adorable at the same time. She was raised to not have “fun”, to look out for others instead, to hold back. She was sick of it. Still, there was no breaking the rules by which she had been brought up. They were too strong, too old, they had grown over the years, getting her more and more tangled up inside them. So she carried on holding back, she carried on caring more for others than she did for herself. She carried on being a better person each day and crying herself to sleep each night.
hello my name is cat that makes no sence. the book out of dust because ughh i dont want to explain i love apples and dip dont talk to me. lalalalallalalallallaalallalalala IN WEST PHILEDALPHIA BORN AND RAISED ON THE PLAYGROUND IS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS ugh raisons
I was raised in a family of sign posts. We weren’t rich but we were happy. I was born a stop and remained that way until my late teens, my siblings sometimes teased me for it but i knew who i was. My parents were ‘hippies’, they changed signs almost every week and usually to some obnoxious vintage car number plate, sometimes people stared at us when we went on our annual road trips but we just laughed at them and rolled on. Those memories are the best that I possess anymore
Would that it were so easy to escape an oubliette; the easiest answer is death. But is not an option. These stones hide answers, which are not easy to loosen, such is the way of secrets. I raised my hands to allow all my senses take hold. If there is a way, I will find it. An unconventional answer will require its equal in method.
raised means going up or being raised by ur parents u be the jude state farm is the best
i raised a crate that i needed for something
i raised my salry 100% ):<
the girl always wore cowboy boots and a cowboy hat because she was raised on the country side of town.
like being raised by ur parents u be the juge or being raised in phinoex.
Alex raised two hundred dollars to go on a field trip to go to Maine.
u get up the sun raised
to lift or to not lift you be the judge.
i got raised in a hospital
i got raised in the ghetto in the streets of l.a
the winner raised the flag
the people were raised by the music
I was raised in california
i raised up a metal box that contained stuff that i need for constucting a building and it is filled with materials and tools in order for the constucion of the building
I was raised a Catholic but i dont really mess with that anymore. But i was also raised with really good morals and whatnot too so that’s good. I like who i became. I am not sure if my parents do…but whatever. I hope to one day raise sea monkeyys
He was raised that we too can be raised.
I was raised in fire.
Brought up by wolves.
Wild, careless creatures.
And now, I am cold. Shivering.
Longing for the warm breeze of home.
But I am left out here alone in the cold, starry, night.
Beautiful skies,
Don’t desert me now.
My parents raised me in a special way. And this way of raising a child so young, a child so frail, has instilled in me a belief that I also deserve to live in a special way. Some people are born special. I was not. I was raised special. And so I must and will forever live special.
I raised by eyebrows and looked as if I was not clear about what he was saying, but inside i knew perfectly well what that meant for our friendship. My eyes glazed over and I smiled.
I have raised a will inside myself.
Born in a cruel world, yet raised in happy home. The bubble surrounding my innocence has popped and I am once again thrown into the darkness.
I was raised in a small town just outside of Stockport, that’s relatively near Manchester, it was called Poynton. It was quite a bizarre place, purely in the fact that the inhabitants of this little town knew nearly everything about one another. Had anything been undiscovered in this town, well really I should say a village, it would have been remarkable. Most the time spent in this little village revolved around the character known only to the inhabitants of Poynton village as the “biggest cunt in Cheshire”. This gentleman failed to endeavour that no one, no one respected him.