She holds me up.
The blades of fear licking my baby-smooth skin,
the stainless steel shards digging into my flesh,
ripping my mind
apart
but she raises me.
Above the screaming pain.
Isabel Ouweleen
Harry hit the button a second, and then, a third time. Each time he clicked onword.com however, he got that same agonizing word “raised.” His first story was unsatisfactory; he did not submit it. Thinking surely it would give him a different choice he clicked yet again but to no avail.
Phil Temples
(i)
we can walk, swim, fly, breathe
underwater, over land.
we kissed the moon, and realized
that we loved the sun.
we named the little things, the big
things, and ourselves.
we defied gods, while some made
a choice to bow down.
we would be set if we could live
with vital parts missing.
I stood with my face raised towards the crystal sky. In my day-dreams I had dreamt about being on top of a mountain… so close to God! And now… I was here! I could almost feel my Creator’s smile! The trees whispered His name… as did the brook running to my left. As did my heart, and then I opened my mouth upon impulse and sang, “Great is Your wondorous name!”
Emma
As one, we pulled on the rope, all 50 of us. The calluses on our hands screamed and burned as our muscles ripped at the seams. The giant, stone statue lifted into place; it was raised.
I was raised to be polite,
to use manners,
to look someone in the eyes
when talking.
I was raised to include everyone,
to be open and kind.
I was raised to be who I am today.
I was raised to succeed.
raised on open land raised on troubled times but as time grew hard and tear was dropped I was raised to try to work had to succeed I was raised to win and win I did raised to be free.
You raise me up to more than I can be. Tyler. This immediately made me think of Tyler. Not just because he sang it, but because he raises me up every day to more than I can be. He’s my angel. My guardian angel. I’m so lucky…so very lucky.
Myia
my ice creamed is raised to hight with a cherry on top .
When I was little I had a friend that was raised by her mom. She had no father. He had left when she was really little. After all that had happened it had made a bond with her mother. They went everywhere together. You couldn’t see the mother without the daughter. There is nothing that could separate them.
i raised my hand to answer the question. my teacher said it was wrong i looked down and i was sad. i need to learn more about it but that is what teachers are for. i raised my hand again and suddenly i got it right.
I was raised in such a strange manner, a manner different than my peers, my friends, anyone I knew. Does it matter? Is it evident? Is it the cause of the inner turmoil I feel? Or does everyone feel inner turmoil?
The fear has found a way to truly stop me from speaking my mind to you. I was raised to have respect and reverence for the elderly, but old man you need to get the hell out of my way! Before I ram this size 6 up your size 12 asshole! Not that it’ll make much of a difference! Dare anybody try to get in my way this time! I coming thru….
i was raised to be self sufficient, i was raised to be compassionate, i was raised to help anyone in need, i was raised to believe that i could change the world
They were raised on a small farm. It was always hot so they had to work and play in the hot sun. But one day one of them passed out and had to go to the hospital. They did and they moved then and lived happily ever after.
Leea
ones upon a time there was a dog. his name was candy and he lived at the pound. every day he hoped to get adopted. one day a little girl came. ” He’s perfect!” she said. she adopted and raised him. it was the start to a new friendship.
I was raised a blue collar girl. I was taught that to achieve anything, you have to work for it. Hard work merits success. It’s as simple as that. My parents raised me the right way, instilling in me the value of good, honest work.
Ones upon a time their was a dog. he got raised by a very nice person, but little did the owner know that the dog had rabies. the owner then got sick and died. then he had shots that made him better and he got sold to a little girl named Serra. Serra loved him sooo much! she took care of him so well and named him candy. Serra had a freind named Tiarra and tiarra had two dogs named Buddy and Doc.
Tiarra
Raised in a family that emphasized a lot on religious rituals and discipline, I can’t help but wonder if life is really based on that. Part of me do wish that I was not raised that way but nevertheless, I am grateful to God to be placed in this home.
Having parents as teachers I was RAISED a student, born in a classroom, and RAISED in a classroom. Couldnt wait to get out of my classroom then walk to my parents classroom, then going home and forgetting something in thier classroom. I was RAISED in a classroom.
She holds me up.
The blades of fear licking my baby-smooth skin,
the stainless steel shards digging into my flesh,
ripping my mind
apart
but she raises me.
Above the screaming pain.
Harry hit the button a second, and then, a third time. Each time he clicked onword.com however, he got that same agonizing word “raised.” His first story was unsatisfactory; he did not submit it. Thinking surely it would give him a different choice he clicked yet again but to no avail.
(i)
we can walk, swim, fly, breathe
underwater, over land.
we kissed the moon, and realized
that we loved the sun.
we named the little things, the big
things, and ourselves.
we defied gods, while some made
a choice to bow down.
we would be set if we could live
with vital parts missing.
(you)
Momma raised me with the best of her abilities, now I’ve grown up, but still have childhood tendencies!
I stood with my face raised towards the crystal sky. In my day-dreams I had dreamt about being on top of a mountain… so close to God! And now… I was here! I could almost feel my Creator’s smile! The trees whispered His name… as did the brook running to my left. As did my heart, and then I opened my mouth upon impulse and sang, “Great is Your wondorous name!”
As one, we pulled on the rope, all 50 of us. The calluses on our hands screamed and burned as our muscles ripped at the seams. The giant, stone statue lifted into place; it was raised.
I was raised to be polite,
to use manners,
to look someone in the eyes
when talking.
I was raised to include everyone,
to be open and kind.
I was raised to be who I am today.
I was raised to succeed.
raised in a house with
two others that look
Just like you
it’s Hard
it’s Annoying
when you try to find your-
self only for them to
copy what you do
what you do to get away
to be your own person
being raised with others that share
the same face as
you.
is hard to do
raised on open land raised on troubled times but as time grew hard and tear was dropped I was raised to try to work had to succeed I was raised to win and win I did raised to be free.
You raise me up to more than I can be. Tyler. This immediately made me think of Tyler. Not just because he sang it, but because he raises me up every day to more than I can be. He’s my angel. My guardian angel. I’m so lucky…so very lucky.
my ice creamed is raised to hight with a cherry on top .
My mom got her money that she gets paid raised up to 20 percent.
i tried so hard to get my grade up so i could go to phoinex so i can go watch my sister play soccer
When I was little I had a friend that was raised by her mom. She had no father. He had left when she was really little. After all that had happened it had made a bond with her mother. They went everywhere together. You couldn’t see the mother without the daughter. There is nothing that could separate them.
i tried so hard when i had football i tried to get my grade up to play and i did and i got it raised and i went
my moms job gave her a raise
As i raised up the award for everyone to see everybody cheered . I felt so proud of myself to achieve something that helps other people.
I was raised by parents. And also my loving family.
i raised my hand to answer the question. my teacher said it was wrong i looked down and i was sad. i need to learn more about it but that is what teachers are for. i raised my hand again and suddenly i got it right.
I was raised in such a strange manner, a manner different than my peers, my friends, anyone I knew. Does it matter? Is it evident? Is it the cause of the inner turmoil I feel? Or does everyone feel inner turmoil?
She was raised in a house with people and animals.
When I was in class today I raised my hand so I could answer the question.
my mom got a raised in her job so she went to the store.
I raised my hand in class cause i knew the answer to Mrs. Helle’s weird question. Witch was how many dogs can a cat fish eat. The answer was zero.
She was raised in a house with people.
after i shot my deer, i raised its head to get a picture.
Some at work ask for a raise but when they ask their boss they already said “You just did got a raised”.
Everyone is raised in there life and it will continue on forever.
Me and my sister we raised in sonara mexico we didnt get what we wanted we were raised to eat what was on the table.
I was raised by immigrant parents in a rural part of Pennsylvania. In order to meet anyone, I needed to have someone drive me.
The fear has found a way to truly stop me from speaking my mind to you. I was raised to have respect and reverence for the elderly, but old man you need to get the hell out of my way! Before I ram this size 6 up your size 12 asshole! Not that it’ll make much of a difference! Dare anybody try to get in my way this time! I coming thru….
i was raised to be self sufficient, i was raised to be compassionate, i was raised to help anyone in need, i was raised to believe that i could change the world
They were raised on a small farm. It was always hot so they had to work and play in the hot sun. But one day one of them passed out and had to go to the hospital. They did and they moved then and lived happily ever after.
ones upon a time there was a dog. his name was candy and he lived at the pound. every day he hoped to get adopted. one day a little girl came. ” He’s perfect!” she said. she adopted and raised him. it was the start to a new friendship.
I was raised a blue collar girl. I was taught that to achieve anything, you have to work for it. Hard work merits success. It’s as simple as that. My parents raised me the right way, instilling in me the value of good, honest work.
It was raised in a dirty environment. Where horrible stenches got most attention.
Ones upon a time their was a dog. he got raised by a very nice person, but little did the owner know that the dog had rabies. the owner then got sick and died. then he had shots that made him better and he got sold to a little girl named Serra. Serra loved him sooo much! she took care of him so well and named him candy. Serra had a freind named Tiarra and tiarra had two dogs named Buddy and Doc.
Raised in a family that emphasized a lot on religious rituals and discipline, I can’t help but wonder if life is really based on that. Part of me do wish that I was not raised that way but nevertheless, I am grateful to God to be placed in this home.
I was raised in Show Low and born in California.. everything was different here, nothing was the same, i couldnt explain it
Having parents as teachers I was RAISED a student, born in a classroom, and RAISED in a classroom. Couldnt wait to get out of my classroom then walk to my parents classroom, then going home and forgetting something in thier classroom. I was RAISED in a classroom.