From the earth they erected it. The pieces of the world put together, molded by man into a shelter meant to protect and keep the world out. The Amish raised a barn that day.
John Komarek
I was raised in a old fashioned household. Now I look around me, and the world has really changed. Children aren’t brought up with the same kind of innocence that I was lucky enough to have. sad.
Humpty Dumpty was raised by africans that were jewish. And like to have lots of intercourse, he came out weighing 598 pounds. I love chicken well sorta, anyways hump hump hump… :)
Ben Carr
I raised my hand up to the sky. i wanted more. i wanted less. i wanted to lift myself off the ground or give an offering or something. i wanted to say thank you in the best way. To live and never to have seen the sky fo r what it brings to us, I think that is a life that is sad and unlived. Imagine a world where from the inside out, we are sky. We are gentle creatures floating in a sea of possibility.
M
She raised her hand and let the antagonizing words slowly be heard by everyone, and then a wave of rue approached her. Was it a mistake? No- it was the truth.
back in the day like a run away
what was i, not a slave
had to keep it movin and groovin to my own tune
ass black and blue from when i messed up in school
should’ve known better but i was just a fool
E. West
Clicking my tongue, waiting waiting waiting. I hold the cards, but it’s your turn.
born and raised, i am so happy with the way in which i was. I also adore bread, although this is maybe more a case of rising than being raised. Or is it? The bread is being nurtured by something therefor it is, in the loveable sense of the word been raised (albeit by technology)…dont even get me started on how technology is contributing to the way in which our children are raised.
Lucy Franks
I was raised in Alpharetta georgia from the time I was 7 to the time i was 13. being raised there was fun and easy. It was a bigger town
She helped herself to the answer as she pulled her hands from her coat, her silence broke them, and created a disturbance in the atmosphere. “I don’t believe in any of your opinions. You are negative” she says, and it was true.
I was raised in something called a suburb of the city; but its history was much more complicated. Agricultural, then cheap land, and then the soulless suburbs, just like in that Rush song. But now it seems so different
waferboard
He raised his glass. A toast was the last thing he wanted to give. He has only known the couple for two weeks. The groom was convinced that he was his best man. He was appointed to the role and now stood before two hundred people he did not know and started to speak. He felt like a puppet on a string as he pulled out the piece of paper. He he taste the cold beer around the edges of his lips as he started to salivate from nerves. All eyes were on him. He wished he at least knew more then the bride and groom.
Crisnole
I was born and raised in a tide of floods, cities swept underneath with vigilant Gods above. Any who lived, lived on the arc yet I alone, began to start. Modern age infused me with every passing day. I grew old, my arms grew flabby and my skin was baked. My spender was lost and my extravagance was not paid, I filled with garbage and now I pray: I pray for people to marvel once again, to find solitude in my grasp, to appreciate my existence for I was raised for this purpose, why else am I here? I am nothing without a relation to anything, otherwise what does it matter if I can tell you where I began?
Eric Harrell
He raised his knife and sunk down into the innocent mans chest. The body on the floor cowered before the mental penetrated through his ribs. An almighty crunch echoed and the poor man whelped like a dog. The hoodied yob runs off. Adreniline pumps through his veins making them buldge from underneath his skin. His dialated pupils shake and he does not blink as he tears down the street under street lamp light.
hannah
and with a harrowed breath she raised the flag above her head triumphantly. “Ha!” She exclaimed, “Doubt me now?” Her dark eyes scanned the crowd around her, searching the faces, proud of the obvious jealousy and surprise on the majority of them
Rebecca
yo yo use to blow Med know I blow haze brain cells decrease my high gets raised ….crowd screams oncore !!!!!
he raised his hand in the air and said “no way!!” the crowd looked at him with an expression of awe. who would dare contradict such a figure as Mr. LeMure? The small but determined voice was followed by an equally determined expression. No
Mary
up
Eilidh
raised in the neighborhood with little to no ethics, Robin has a very bad attitude towards life and people. He hates the people. He hates life.
p
….to consider others
elevation
marcelle
I got this topic earlier as well. Is it the word for the day? Weird, I don’t feel raised at all. Exam times never make you want to raise up, instead you just want to lay down and never have to get up again. So yea, I don’t feel raised up in any way. I don’t think I will till my exams get over.
Anil
This is the city I was born and raised.
The pillars raise high above the streets cracked pavement.
I love her with everything in me.
Pride shows no fault in her broken gleam.
Raised, raised to who I am and will be by the hands of this city.
Some may say its one destined for demise.
I say its character will be ever promising to a lifetime of enlightened curiosity.
We were raised with the right aptitude and decorum when we were young. Our parents went to the last mile to ensure that their children were well mannered and productive. We now understand why there were so insistent that we be obedient.
I was raised to believe that we have no time to waste. There are no infinite possibilities and there is no room for mistakes. We are bound by time. For eternity. Could we escape this? Flee in the arms of death’s cold embrace?
There is no definitive way of approaching the unknown. Though, we do define the unknown. Or at least, we think we do so by living our mundane lives. This is time bound. We are time bound. There is no time to waste. There is no unknown to waste.
Maybe we are meant to stick to our rules. It’s the truth, I think. It guides.
Aaliya
I was raised to believe in myself. Believe in who I am and what I wanted to be. I was raised to be kind to everyone and do unto other what I want done to me. I was raised to smile a lot, even when I don’t feel like it. I was raised to believe in God, to put my hope in a higher being. I was raised to do what I want unless it affects the actions of others. I was raised to be me.
Priyanka
There are vehicles outside,
A broom sweeping dust in here.
Out there, noise is raised,
And in here dust.
The dust must go out.
The noise, invariably- comes in.
west philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where i spent most of my days chillin out maxin n relaxin all cool n all shootin up some b ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good startin makin trouble in my neighborhood i got in one little fight n my mom got scared n said you’re movin with your auntie n uncle in bell air….YES i am the Keke who wrote this last time i just didn’t sign up yet but i’m here now so get ready for funny!
west philladelphia born and raised on the playground is where i spent most of my days chillin out maxin n relaxin all cool and all shootin up some b ball outside of the school when a couple of guys they were up to no good startin makin trouble in my neighborhood i got in one little fight and my mom got scared n said youre movin with your auntie n uncle in bell aire LOL! WILL SMITH MOFO! yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaa lmfao don’t feel like rushin the rest so bite me heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee
Keke
I was raised by an amazing set of parents and I am who I am courtesy them! hope to raise the roof some day with my success and make them proud, personally and professionally! Raising is a matter of how your raisers were raised! And I stop here else this will all get erased!
Tanisha Deshpande
Raised well in the country, where everything blooms, where the sky is clear and the stars are coundless. Ah the stars like no other part of heaven like a ss
annakoutli
The Roman legions were mighty. They thought they were unstoppable. But that was soon shown not to be the case, when an even greater army was raised. Un-dead beat legionaries any day.
I was raised in the mountains, my roof the sky, my walls the rocks. I grew up wild and learned to love all things that grow on the mantle of the mother.
Kyoko
I raised my puppies from birth. I love them so much, they make me so happy. I worry about what will happen to me when they die, they are a large part of my life. Should I raise new ones? How can I replace them? They are everything to me. I love them so much. Mickey Joe and Sadie Pam, I will always love you, even though you drive me bananas at times. When will you learn you aren’t human? We don’t pwe yuo our food, though how can we refuse when you are so adorable and beg with that little whine and tilt of your head? Tiny little balls of terror, you are.
Jane
i satr down on the bed loking down at him. his gorgeous blue eyes staring intensly at my face. He pulled me down next to him so now our faces were only inches apart. He bagan to scoot closer , his lips grazing mine when he suddenly started lightly and sweetly kissing my lips. The kiss grew deeper and deeper as he licked my bottom lip to ask for entrance. Granting his wish I let his in, his toungue exploring every ridge in my mouth. I pulled away to see a bulge in his crotch slightly raised.
Torie
at first you might think it’s a raisin but really, it’s about were one was brought up. Or where something was brought up. Corn, for example, was raised in a field and that’s just good science. I couldn’t do that. Farmers are really just scientists in overalls.
I was raised right! I think………..
I raised my hand today in class.
Some men raised on farms don’t have education.
From the earth they erected it. The pieces of the world put together, molded by man into a shelter meant to protect and keep the world out. The Amish raised a barn that day.
I was raised in a old fashioned household. Now I look around me, and the world has really changed. Children aren’t brought up with the same kind of innocence that I was lucky enough to have. sad.
Humpty Dumpty was raised by africans that were jewish. And like to have lots of intercourse, he came out weighing 598 pounds. I love chicken well sorta, anyways hump hump hump… :)
I raised my hand up to the sky. i wanted more. i wanted less. i wanted to lift myself off the ground or give an offering or something. i wanted to say thank you in the best way. To live and never to have seen the sky fo r what it brings to us, I think that is a life that is sad and unlived. Imagine a world where from the inside out, we are sky. We are gentle creatures floating in a sea of possibility.
She raised her hand and let the antagonizing words slowly be heard by everyone, and then a wave of rue approached her. Was it a mistake? No- it was the truth.
back in the day like a run away
what was i, not a slave
had to keep it movin and groovin to my own tune
ass black and blue from when i messed up in school
should’ve known better but i was just a fool
Clicking my tongue, waiting waiting waiting. I hold the cards, but it’s your turn.
Raised me one.
Quick. Fold. Run. Turn around.
Raised him two.
Full house.
This game is a waste of time.
born and raised, i am so happy with the way in which i was. I also adore bread, although this is maybe more a case of rising than being raised. Or is it? The bread is being nurtured by something therefor it is, in the loveable sense of the word been raised (albeit by technology)…dont even get me started on how technology is contributing to the way in which our children are raised.
I was raised in Alpharetta georgia from the time I was 7 to the time i was 13. being raised there was fun and easy. It was a bigger town
She helped herself to the answer as she pulled her hands from her coat, her silence broke them, and created a disturbance in the atmosphere. “I don’t believe in any of your opinions. You are negative” she says, and it was true.
Tomato planted. Raised bed. Caterpillars. Dog digs. Water. Water. Water. Sun. Sun. Sun. Caterpillar. Deer. Raised bed.
I was raised in something called a suburb of the city; but its history was much more complicated. Agricultural, then cheap land, and then the soulless suburbs, just like in that Rush song. But now it seems so different
He raised his glass. A toast was the last thing he wanted to give. He has only known the couple for two weeks. The groom was convinced that he was his best man. He was appointed to the role and now stood before two hundred people he did not know and started to speak. He felt like a puppet on a string as he pulled out the piece of paper. He he taste the cold beer around the edges of his lips as he started to salivate from nerves. All eyes were on him. He wished he at least knew more then the bride and groom.
I was born and raised in a tide of floods, cities swept underneath with vigilant Gods above. Any who lived, lived on the arc yet I alone, began to start. Modern age infused me with every passing day. I grew old, my arms grew flabby and my skin was baked. My spender was lost and my extravagance was not paid, I filled with garbage and now I pray: I pray for people to marvel once again, to find solitude in my grasp, to appreciate my existence for I was raised for this purpose, why else am I here? I am nothing without a relation to anything, otherwise what does it matter if I can tell you where I began?
He raised his knife and sunk down into the innocent mans chest. The body on the floor cowered before the mental penetrated through his ribs. An almighty crunch echoed and the poor man whelped like a dog. The hoodied yob runs off. Adreniline pumps through his veins making them buldge from underneath his skin. His dialated pupils shake and he does not blink as he tears down the street under street lamp light.
and with a harrowed breath she raised the flag above her head triumphantly. “Ha!” She exclaimed, “Doubt me now?” Her dark eyes scanned the crowd around her, searching the faces, proud of the obvious jealousy and surprise on the majority of them
yo yo use to blow Med know I blow haze brain cells decrease my high gets raised ….crowd screams oncore !!!!!
he raised his hand in the air and said “no way!!” the crowd looked at him with an expression of awe. who would dare contradict such a figure as Mr. LeMure? The small but determined voice was followed by an equally determined expression. No
up
raised in the neighborhood with little to no ethics, Robin has a very bad attitude towards life and people. He hates the people. He hates life.
….to consider others
elevation
I got this topic earlier as well. Is it the word for the day? Weird, I don’t feel raised at all. Exam times never make you want to raise up, instead you just want to lay down and never have to get up again. So yea, I don’t feel raised up in any way. I don’t think I will till my exams get over.
This is the city I was born and raised.
The pillars raise high above the streets cracked pavement.
I love her with everything in me.
Pride shows no fault in her broken gleam.
Raised, raised to who I am and will be by the hands of this city.
Some may say its one destined for demise.
I say its character will be ever promising to a lifetime of enlightened curiosity.
Bring up
We were raised with the right aptitude and decorum when we were young. Our parents went to the last mile to ensure that their children were well mannered and productive. We now understand why there were so insistent that we be obedient.
I was raised to believe that we have no time to waste. There are no infinite possibilities and there is no room for mistakes. We are bound by time. For eternity. Could we escape this? Flee in the arms of death’s cold embrace?
There is no definitive way of approaching the unknown. Though, we do define the unknown. Or at least, we think we do so by living our mundane lives. This is time bound. We are time bound. There is no time to waste. There is no unknown to waste.
Maybe we are meant to stick to our rules. It’s the truth, I think. It guides.
I was raised to believe in myself. Believe in who I am and what I wanted to be. I was raised to be kind to everyone and do unto other what I want done to me. I was raised to smile a lot, even when I don’t feel like it. I was raised to believe in God, to put my hope in a higher being. I was raised to do what I want unless it affects the actions of others. I was raised to be me.
There are vehicles outside,
A broom sweeping dust in here.
Out there, noise is raised,
And in here dust.
The dust must go out.
The noise, invariably- comes in.
west philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where i spent most of my days chillin out maxin n relaxin all cool n all shootin up some b ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good startin makin trouble in my neighborhood i got in one little fight n my mom got scared n said you’re movin with your auntie n uncle in bell air….YES i am the Keke who wrote this last time i just didn’t sign up yet but i’m here now so get ready for funny!
west philladelphia born and raised on the playground is where i spent most of my days chillin out maxin n relaxin all cool and all shootin up some b ball outside of the school when a couple of guys they were up to no good startin makin trouble in my neighborhood i got in one little fight and my mom got scared n said youre movin with your auntie n uncle in bell aire LOL! WILL SMITH MOFO! yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaa lmfao don’t feel like rushin the rest so bite me heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee
I was raised by an amazing set of parents and I am who I am courtesy them! hope to raise the roof some day with my success and make them proud, personally and professionally! Raising is a matter of how your raisers were raised! And I stop here else this will all get erased!
Raised well in the country, where everything blooms, where the sky is clear and the stars are coundless. Ah the stars like no other part of heaven like a ss
The Roman legions were mighty. They thought they were unstoppable. But that was soon shown not to be the case, when an even greater army was raised. Un-dead beat legionaries any day.
I was raised in the mountains, my roof the sky, my walls the rocks. I grew up wild and learned to love all things that grow on the mantle of the mother.
I raised my puppies from birth. I love them so much, they make me so happy. I worry about what will happen to me when they die, they are a large part of my life. Should I raise new ones? How can I replace them? They are everything to me. I love them so much. Mickey Joe and Sadie Pam, I will always love you, even though you drive me bananas at times. When will you learn you aren’t human? We don’t pwe yuo our food, though how can we refuse when you are so adorable and beg with that little whine and tilt of your head? Tiny little balls of terror, you are.
i satr down on the bed loking down at him. his gorgeous blue eyes staring intensly at my face. He pulled me down next to him so now our faces were only inches apart. He bagan to scoot closer , his lips grazing mine when he suddenly started lightly and sweetly kissing my lips. The kiss grew deeper and deeper as he licked my bottom lip to ask for entrance. Granting his wish I let his in, his toungue exploring every ridge in my mouth. I pulled away to see a bulge in his crotch slightly raised.
at first you might think it’s a raisin but really, it’s about were one was brought up. Or where something was brought up. Corn, for example, was raised in a field and that’s just good science. I couldn’t do that. Farmers are really just scientists in overalls.