Come rally around us and we will fight you cause for you. That is the cry that goes out daily to all those that are inneed or help in one form or another. whether it be at work or in general. We have to rally to make things happen.
victor walkes
Homecoming is soon.. I’m sure there will be another obnoxious pep rally..The cheerleaders suck. I was nominated for homecoming court.. ummmmmmmm
I still haven’t gotten a dress..
I don’t know where to go for that.
maybe river west? there are tons of cute boutiques and no one will get a dress from there.. mwahhaha
its time to rally, dont waste your precious time! its unforgettable excperience will make your stomach crawl and you sick of ecxitement that rally is about to deliver to your doorstep!
Vineta
Rally of support from friends and family? or a political rally perhaps… okay thats all i can think of and i still have about 30 secs left!
Swayam
The rally of luck. Rally, rally rally. Damn. I cannot think of anything to do with a rally. Political rallies. Damn those annoying things. This is the first time I am unable to write on a word that i’ve been given. What do I do? Should I wait for what is to come?
Sonia
group of people protesting for a cause with banners and slogans. it can be against or for something.
Alicia didn’t want go. It didn’t matter if there was beer. It didn’t matter who was there. The party was going to go on too late. Nothing would make her go. Not even food. She ate kale, stared at the TV.
Janey Smith
i want to go to a rally. the word rally reminds me of ireland. a boy i met from ireland, well, his sister went to a “rally”. i would love to fall in love with an irish boy, but it would probably just turn out to be some harmful infatuation with one another – since most irish men are dark and twisty inside…and i am inevitably dark and twisty inside. they have such lovely accents though. i love the sadness in ireland. the sadness it the utterly beautiful landscapes..the green pastures, the waves crashing on northern ireland’s shore. god i want to be there.
Jordan
How do you spend your time when you are not working?
asha
Rally the forces! Fly your flags! Do not give in to their demands! We will fight until we are victorious and they have surrendered! Are you with me? I am your leader, and I say FIGHT!
Elizabeth
Rally the car
gotta go far
wallet and a bar
driften too far
car hit a tree
busted my knee
Thank god it was all a dream
Parker
that’s what I’m about today, rallying. Not careering round tight corners, other than in a metaphorical sense, but picking up a dream, despite all the nay-saying difficulties, and running with it. Why don’t you? G’wan!
I remember spirit rallies in high school. They were so much fun. No class. Lots of friends. We could sit with anyone we wanted, not just our class. I remember cheering and changing and just enjoying each rally. Those were the days…high school….!
It had been so long. The pilot took the wheel in his hand. He could feel the peddal under his feet. THe light turned green. And they were off. No thoughts could stop him, no adversary could overtake him.
De Rop
It was a difficult bunch to rally about anything. After the hell he’d just given them, dragging themselves through the mud and the nettle, dressed in nothing but their shorts, they stared despondently ahead of themselves, at a fixed point that seemed to loom somewhere in the fickle past.
“Rally round the flag, boys!” That has to be a memory from some old movie, but I have no clue which one. It sounds like a not too good one, as anyone who needs a rallying point, such as a flag, has an ax to grind.
We had to rally around in the first few weeks; Mary had never even spent a night without Walt before he drifted off for eternity in the old, tattered green armchair.
Breast cancer rallies are always really inspiring. Not just breast cancer, but that’s the one that rings the most to me because they had rallies at my high school every year. My friend Tony and his band played at that rally one year, and he got real mad at me because I didn’t go because I had a date. Regrettttt
the girls stood up and began to cheer. nerve racking tension left them and they ran. flips and jumps and kicks and yells, all perfectly executed. or else. the team lost that night, but they had done their best. they hated rallies…
alana
cheering, i stood up and took a good look at the field. why was i here again? i tried to interest myself in the natural beauty of the surroundings, the sky above us, since i was bored with the game. i am being social, i reminded myself, here, hanging out with friends.
C
It all came down to the final call. They lined up, ready to defer to their superiors, give their lives, and rally for the cause. The warhorns blew, and they bled. Many of them didn’t even see the arrows that rained down on them.
Morgan F
Where are my forces ? Why do I suddenly feel I went to the vanguard and ended up battling on my own ?
Did I forget to check ahead ?
Yes, that’s what.
I never had an army.
I was alone from the start.
Or, I lost them.
i hate the pep rallies in my school. they’re loud and obnoxious. cheerleaders dancing like whores, freshmen screaming all around me…for what? i don’t see the point of them. that’s why i sit and wait in the bathroom. maybe bring a snack or two. learn a language. who knows, i might actually learn something in school for once.
alexa
medical marijuana. brandon’s speech. these are really just memories. how long is sixty seconds sheit. fight for what you believe in. rallyin. just a rally. like the restaurant
Chelcy Pine
The rally wasn’t just for penny-pushers waiting to shove their name on the top of the list of most donations. These people really depended on this; it was their last hope.
Elle
I went to the pep rally. Cheerleaders were flipping around and everyone was buzzing among their friends and everyone else they wanted to think they were cool. It smelled like everyone in a light body mist spray. Not concentrated enough for anyone to get a head ache from the overly sprayed bleachers filled with people.
Amanda
Know my pain. It is unlike any others. Most are weak these days, but without true pain, how can we achieve peace? There is also the fact that pain leads to mutual understanding. Key being understanding is another part of piece. When you’ve discovered the soloution to peace, you may live your days in contentment. Most likely not given credit, because there are just people like that. Oh btw, rally
Bob
its a thing were you can go and do some stuff like tests and games, exercisses and more. You have fun and laugh a lot. There are games, and a lot of people that do the same stuff that you do, most of the have some kind of clues that you have to desifried
tan
The emptiness feels heavy, heavier than is bearable. Three walls of nothingness surround me. I look to the space of the fourth wall. As I peer at it I can see the faintest light. That light is coming from me. I am the wall. I have strength and I rally against the empty walls.
There is one subject that comes to mind right now with the word rally, Pep rally, I’m not sure if that’s correct but Pep rallies were somewhat fun, The cheerleaders would do a dance and they’d have competitions of course. But yelling for the baton was always my favorite.
Bernice
She rallied up her group of friends to make a difference. She always knew she had a purpose but she never knew what it was. Now, she realized that the power of her organized group could possibly change the world.
Tori
When i went to the rally to see my fair Sally,
I caught her in the back Ally doing Fat Andy…
wat we had yesterday was a rally.rally against corruption.it was full of energy.though some people dint knot what were they rallying for.they wanted to just be a part of it.
prasanna kulkarni
Practising jumping on one foot for a whole year just so I could win the games at the annual rally. Trying to smell Jack’s hair inconspicuously and failing. It was musty but flowery mixed with cloves and cardamon all at once. Getting cut on the foot by a chip of brown glass from a beer bottle and getting a raw egg in the face. Hot sun and cold wind. I miss that. I miss innocence.
I stood in the crowd. The feeling of strangers shoulders rubbed against me. We were strangers but i felt this connection to them, we were there for a purpose. We were all fighters
Michaela Wightman
Tennis. The ball goes back and forth, back and forth. Life. It’s back and forth, back and forth. I want something to last. I want Katy to last. I love her. I do. But my own insecurities keep me in a rally. I’m stuck, thrown back and forth from this side of the net to the other side.
Jacob
They rallied the troops, and ran out the door at top speed. They were in a rush to get to the next place before they were discovered. It was terrifying, because the night was so deep, they almost couldn’t see. They were lucky to still have every person still alive, on their team.
The troop couldn’t waste any time, and hurried to the next building, kicking open the door, unapologetically, searching for any and all signs of life. The only thing that greeted them was a long awkward silence.
Kits
“Rally ’round the banner! Ready, steady, pass the word along. Onward, forward, shout aloud Hosannah! Christ is captain of the mighty throng!”
A group of people walking together, in most cases to bring about a revolution!
Come rally around us and we will fight you cause for you. That is the cry that goes out daily to all those that are inneed or help in one form or another. whether it be at work or in general. We have to rally to make things happen.
Homecoming is soon.. I’m sure there will be another obnoxious pep rally..The cheerleaders suck. I was nominated for homecoming court.. ummmmmmmm
I still haven’t gotten a dress..
I don’t know where to go for that.
maybe river west? there are tons of cute boutiques and no one will get a dress from there.. mwahhaha
Rally is one way to express one’s thought or emotion.
its time to rally, dont waste your precious time! its unforgettable excperience will make your stomach crawl and you sick of ecxitement that rally is about to deliver to your doorstep!
Rally of support from friends and family? or a political rally perhaps… okay thats all i can think of and i still have about 30 secs left!
The rally of luck. Rally, rally rally. Damn. I cannot think of anything to do with a rally. Political rallies. Damn those annoying things. This is the first time I am unable to write on a word that i’ve been given. What do I do? Should I wait for what is to come?
group of people protesting for a cause with banners and slogans. it can be against or for something.
Alicia didn’t want go. It didn’t matter if there was beer. It didn’t matter who was there. The party was going to go on too late. Nothing would make her go. Not even food. She ate kale, stared at the TV.
i want to go to a rally. the word rally reminds me of ireland. a boy i met from ireland, well, his sister went to a “rally”. i would love to fall in love with an irish boy, but it would probably just turn out to be some harmful infatuation with one another – since most irish men are dark and twisty inside…and i am inevitably dark and twisty inside. they have such lovely accents though. i love the sadness in ireland. the sadness it the utterly beautiful landscapes..the green pastures, the waves crashing on northern ireland’s shore. god i want to be there.
How do you spend your time when you are not working?
Rally the forces! Fly your flags! Do not give in to their demands! We will fight until we are victorious and they have surrendered! Are you with me? I am your leader, and I say FIGHT!
Rally the car
gotta go far
wallet and a bar
driften too far
car hit a tree
busted my knee
Thank god it was all a dream
that’s what I’m about today, rallying. Not careering round tight corners, other than in a metaphorical sense, but picking up a dream, despite all the nay-saying difficulties, and running with it. Why don’t you? G’wan!
I remember spirit rallies in high school. They were so much fun. No class. Lots of friends. We could sit with anyone we wanted, not just our class. I remember cheering and changing and just enjoying each rally. Those were the days…high school….!
It had been so long. The pilot took the wheel in his hand. He could feel the peddal under his feet. THe light turned green. And they were off. No thoughts could stop him, no adversary could overtake him.
It was a difficult bunch to rally about anything. After the hell he’d just given them, dragging themselves through the mud and the nettle, dressed in nothing but their shorts, they stared despondently ahead of themselves, at a fixed point that seemed to loom somewhere in the fickle past.
“Rally round the flag, boys!” That has to be a memory from some old movie, but I have no clue which one. It sounds like a not too good one, as anyone who needs a rallying point, such as a flag, has an ax to grind.
We had to rally around in the first few weeks; Mary had never even spent a night without Walt before he drifted off for eternity in the old, tattered green armchair.
Breast cancer rallies are always really inspiring. Not just breast cancer, but that’s the one that rings the most to me because they had rallies at my high school every year. My friend Tony and his band played at that rally one year, and he got real mad at me because I didn’t go because I had a date. Regrettttt
the girls stood up and began to cheer. nerve racking tension left them and they ran. flips and jumps and kicks and yells, all perfectly executed. or else. the team lost that night, but they had done their best. they hated rallies…
cheering, i stood up and took a good look at the field. why was i here again? i tried to interest myself in the natural beauty of the surroundings, the sky above us, since i was bored with the game. i am being social, i reminded myself, here, hanging out with friends.
It all came down to the final call. They lined up, ready to defer to their superiors, give their lives, and rally for the cause. The warhorns blew, and they bled. Many of them didn’t even see the arrows that rained down on them.
Where are my forces ? Why do I suddenly feel I went to the vanguard and ended up battling on my own ?
Did I forget to check ahead ?
Yes, that’s what.
I never had an army.
I was alone from the start.
Or, I lost them.
i hate the pep rallies in my school. they’re loud and obnoxious. cheerleaders dancing like whores, freshmen screaming all around me…for what? i don’t see the point of them. that’s why i sit and wait in the bathroom. maybe bring a snack or two. learn a language. who knows, i might actually learn something in school for once.
medical marijuana. brandon’s speech. these are really just memories. how long is sixty seconds sheit. fight for what you believe in. rallyin. just a rally. like the restaurant
The rally wasn’t just for penny-pushers waiting to shove their name on the top of the list of most donations. These people really depended on this; it was their last hope.
I went to the pep rally. Cheerleaders were flipping around and everyone was buzzing among their friends and everyone else they wanted to think they were cool. It smelled like everyone in a light body mist spray. Not concentrated enough for anyone to get a head ache from the overly sprayed bleachers filled with people.
Know my pain. It is unlike any others. Most are weak these days, but without true pain, how can we achieve peace? There is also the fact that pain leads to mutual understanding. Key being understanding is another part of piece. When you’ve discovered the soloution to peace, you may live your days in contentment. Most likely not given credit, because there are just people like that. Oh btw, rally
its a thing were you can go and do some stuff like tests and games, exercisses and more. You have fun and laugh a lot. There are games, and a lot of people that do the same stuff that you do, most of the have some kind of clues that you have to desifried
The emptiness feels heavy, heavier than is bearable. Three walls of nothingness surround me. I look to the space of the fourth wall. As I peer at it I can see the faintest light. That light is coming from me. I am the wall. I have strength and I rally against the empty walls.
There is one subject that comes to mind right now with the word rally, Pep rally, I’m not sure if that’s correct but Pep rallies were somewhat fun, The cheerleaders would do a dance and they’d have competitions of course. But yelling for the baton was always my favorite.
She rallied up her group of friends to make a difference. She always knew she had a purpose but she never knew what it was. Now, she realized that the power of her organized group could possibly change the world.
When i went to the rally to see my fair Sally,
I caught her in the back Ally doing Fat Andy…
wat we had yesterday was a rally.rally against corruption.it was full of energy.though some people dint knot what were they rallying for.they wanted to just be a part of it.
Practising jumping on one foot for a whole year just so I could win the games at the annual rally. Trying to smell Jack’s hair inconspicuously and failing. It was musty but flowery mixed with cloves and cardamon all at once. Getting cut on the foot by a chip of brown glass from a beer bottle and getting a raw egg in the face. Hot sun and cold wind. I miss that. I miss innocence.
I stood in the crowd. The feeling of strangers shoulders rubbed against me. We were strangers but i felt this connection to them, we were there for a purpose. We were all fighters
Tennis. The ball goes back and forth, back and forth. Life. It’s back and forth, back and forth. I want something to last. I want Katy to last. I love her. I do. But my own insecurities keep me in a rally. I’m stuck, thrown back and forth from this side of the net to the other side.
They rallied the troops, and ran out the door at top speed. They were in a rush to get to the next place before they were discovered. It was terrifying, because the night was so deep, they almost couldn’t see. They were lucky to still have every person still alive, on their team.
The troop couldn’t waste any time, and hurried to the next building, kicking open the door, unapologetically, searching for any and all signs of life. The only thing that greeted them was a long awkward silence.
“Rally ’round the banner! Ready, steady, pass the word along. Onward, forward, shout aloud Hosannah! Christ is captain of the mighty throng!”