Somewhere out in the cosmic networks of time and dimension, my thirteen-year-old self is breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that I didn’t grow up to be a total wimp. I refused to hide, and refuse to apologize for who I am.
i refused to tell him. refused to think, to feel, to hold his hand. my very mind held in all the torturous, treacherous thoughts that would thin the veil of my lies, i tried to make it seem as though nothigng was wrong. and smiled at him. And as i finally took his hand into mine, he kisses me and tells me i am beautiful. Wasting away his love on me.
Sarah
I refuse to be a fly on your wall.
I refuse to sit an watch as you throw yourself around.
i refuse to be used by you
Hanna
I refuse to be anything but happy. Happiness should be the ultimate goal in everyone’s life. Regardless of what that means to you. Happiness can be as simple as a cup of coffee in the morning or waking up to the person that you love more than you love yourself. You create your own reality and happiness. If you don’t like something about your life then change it or change your perception of it. Sure, things go wrong and people get hurt, but if at the end of the day you are happy, then what else can matter?
Tiffany Ramsey
He did, but she thought differently, so they, with effort a kind never experienced before, jumped.
That was the first time.
J.E. Highley
I simply refuse to stop writing about this word “refuse”. I am guessing that there is simply one word a day, which makes sense… I still have more time. interesting. Good luck everyone on life.
He asked me if I wanted to do drugs with him, and at first I refused. But then I decided, why the hell not? So i took the little tab of drugs and my mind went wild. I felt like rainbows.
refusal of life
of me
of everything
as i sink deeper in this world
of shadows and puppets
nothing is real
all is magic
of the other kind-
that terrifies
and drowns out the sounds
of the pitiful cries
all is Maaya-
that ethereal goddess
so beautiful, so golden
the eternal mirage-
His handmaiden-partner in crime
she deludes and confuses
holds me captive in her embrace
i forget myself and refuse
to see the truth
who wants that-
when the lies are so lovely!
Vijayalakshmi
I refuse to be aware of the many hardships of life. How else can I be happy?
Littlemonster
I REFUSE TO FUCKING PUT UP WITH THIS. This is my fucking relationship, not yours, so go get your fucking own. If I’m busy then I’m busy and you are NOT allowed to make me feel bad okay? you dick ugh.
Jamie
I reuse to write about a dog that I do not care about. His teeth are gross and his breath stinks like a waisted body. I hate his fur, it is old and grey and falls on me. It makes a mess, chews my socks
Savannah
I refuse to accept what they do. What they think. What they think they know. I refuse to follow their ignorance. Because I refuse to know it is bliss. They hate it. They hate that I refuse. They really do. It’s a curious word. Refuse. It can mean much. Contain much. And i use it. Because they don’t.
Lauren
I refuse to stop believing even when I don’t understand. What inwillmdo though isnasknmany questions even if I look crazy. I will not walk away or deny what I have scene with my own eyes and heard with my own ears. My faith is a mystery one I cannot even explain but it was my faith that set me free and free I am indeed.
Crisnole
I refuse to say I love you if I don’t. I refuse to believe you love me. I refuse to believe this won’t hurt again. I refuse to lie but I also refuse to believe I am scared. I refuse to believe I am lost, I refuse to believe the truth.
Sharlaena
I refuse to yield myself to age, weight and any limits that my mind seems to place in my way. I am an old soul and I plan to live and love with class and dignity – and respect for humanity. I refuse to die without living.
Laura
My daddy often asked me to go hunting with him. He told me he could show me how to hold a gun and all that. My daddy is a good hunter; he can shoot a deer from miles away. That’s what it seems like anyways. Daddy says I could be a darn good hunter one day too if I wanted to. He asks me all the time, almost every day even. But I refuse. There ain’t no point in killing those animals, I think to myself. They are just minding their own business and doing whatever deer do, so why ruin that? I can understand if you’re an Indian. Those Indians shot deer to eat when there was nothin’ else around. But we don’t need to eat any wild animals. We’re okay, even if we aren’t the wealthiest of families, we’re okay. I don’t disrespect Daddy and all; it’s just sometimes I wish that he wouldn’t do that. It’s kind of unnatural when you think of it in a way. Mother Nature put deer on this earth and they die when they’re ready, not when a person is hungry. I don’t tell daddy these thoughts, I keep them to myself most of the time. But I do tell him that I won’t go hunting. No way would I ever go hunting.
Carson
I refuse to give up, I refuse to stop, I refuse to let other people tell me what to do. Refusing is something I didn’t used to be good at, I was a doormat, easily letting people walk over me. Now I am confident, I know who I am and I refuse to apologize for that. I refuse.
Sarah
I refuse to be like this for the rest of my life. This slavery has made me mad! I won’t tolerate anymore you trying to think i am of your belongings, Never more. You have made me feel such a petty. My body is not yours, this mouth is mine, this person is independent, I was right from the begining, you were not the one. Good bye.
Karo
I refuse to let the fact that God has not seemed to answer my self-gratifying prayers let me stop passionately pursuing him and his will at ALL costs. Inversely though I also refuse to stop praying and rationalize away God’s ability to answer my prayers with miraculous power. Perhaps this rant should be under the word balance, because between those two refusals there is a fine, fine balance to hold.
I refuse to let you go. I know you maybe wanted me to because I hurt you. But I refuse to let you go. I need you. More than you need me I think. I need you because you keep me from the dark place and if I went to that dark place I would never come back.
Brianna
“I refuse to do it!”
Carry could be so stubborn.
I gave her one of my best faces of disapproval and opened the jar myself, withdrawing one long, slimy night crawler. I opened my mouth and tipped my head back, the worm dangling above me, squirming in my fingers as if he knew neither of us would be happy with the outcome.
“i dont wanna go, i dont wanna go!” i screamed at my mom ,my many toys littering the floor where i sat as she told me about the “very nice” school she wants me to go to.
She doesnt seem to understand that i dont want to leave my toys, the house or my imaginary friend Bibo!
Jones
I refuse to change my inner beliefs that are most important to me because I will not be changed and forced by the world to become someone I am not.
Hugnro
She decided that her choices in life were something that she’d have to deal with. If she continued to deny any more of her life, she would never really live. She didn’t want to refuse life, or any of life’s incredible wonders. She wanted to live; and live she would.
Celladora
I refuse to let them step on me
but yet I can’t
because i don’t fear what they’ll say
or if they’ll leave
i fear that i’ll hurt again
I’m scared of this ever lasting lie that says you’ll never leave
I refuse to believe that everything you say is real.
Here I was, struggling to get a spoonful of medicine into Tanner’s mouth. But he kept grunting and frowning, shifting his head last minute as he refused the slimy substance. I growled and tried again, and was naturally unsuccessful.
My freedom was never an issue until I refused. I was allowed to do anything I cared for but, if I said no, my cavalier adventures became trapped behind bars. Unfortunately this was a vantage point my mother continued to torture me with for the rest of her life. She believed I was given enough freedom that I had no right to refuse.
Raechel
I stood at the ede of the lawn, looking up at the door. I knew that it was time to finally step up to my role and take over. I couldn’t do it though. I didn’t have the courage that I needed. My heart said yes, but my body refused to move. I was lost. I was alone.
Elizabeth
The moon refused to leave
As the sun kissed my cheeks.
This is my favorite time:
The in between.
Rachel
60 seconds to write about words and I still don understand why ;)
ALE
No never. They could drag me by my ear and they couldn’t get me through the front door. I refused over and over again. I don’t take it as refusing help. I’m just refusing the institution, I feel that stress clinics are convoluted.
nina smith
Refusal! The art of totally ruining someone’s day. My mom refused to take me to the mall today… So I refuse to be considerate of her wanting to sit on the couch and talk on the phone. All she had to do was drop us off. WE LIVE LESS THAN 5 MINUTES AWAY. OH well, her bad
I am the half-girl
The one who is loving, kind, good, free;
the one who is cynical, too quick to speak, proud, envious.
The one who seems like she doesn’t care what peaople think and
the one who really does.
The one who is open minded and
the one who shuts out every voice but her own.
The one who knows where she is going and
the one who is lost.
The one who refuses to give in to the other half and
the half that refuses to fade away;
not age, maturity, nor the oldest soul in existence
can fight off human nature.
My lungs were cramped, tight. I couldn’t breathe.
“Sarah,” I gasped, and she finally realized that here was something very wrong with me.
“Oh god, not again!” There was panic in her voice, but she sprang into action. Her hand collided with my back again, and again, and again, each time growing a bit more desperate. She hit me again, this time harder, and I felt something rattle loose in my chest.
I coughed once and the refuse finally cleared from my airways.
Don’t give up, just keep pressing on. Refuse to let the world bring you down with its darkness and lies. Just keep looking up, to the light that guides your soul. Believe in it, and in yourself. If you refuse the things that hold you back, richness will abound.
Olivia
She closed her eyes “NO I WON’T I WONT AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME.”
Her dreams had been completely wasted. Everything that she ever loved- gone. The only thing to do now was to wait.
The next day, she found herself in the same situation, hands scarlet with blood, body blue with bruises.
Julia
well hello, my mane is juan, i like mangas and food, lol, yo i lve in paraguay, people just to call me elgordao, something in look at the night sky and thing what dat hell im doing here , does people really care about what happends to other people
Somewhere out in the cosmic networks of time and dimension, my thirteen-year-old self is breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that I didn’t grow up to be a total wimp. I refused to hide, and refuse to apologize for who I am.
i refused to tell him. refused to think, to feel, to hold his hand. my very mind held in all the torturous, treacherous thoughts that would thin the veil of my lies, i tried to make it seem as though nothigng was wrong. and smiled at him. And as i finally took his hand into mine, he kisses me and tells me i am beautiful. Wasting away his love on me.
I refuse to be a fly on your wall.
I refuse to sit an watch as you throw yourself around.
i refuse to be used by you
I refuse to be anything but happy. Happiness should be the ultimate goal in everyone’s life. Regardless of what that means to you. Happiness can be as simple as a cup of coffee in the morning or waking up to the person that you love more than you love yourself. You create your own reality and happiness. If you don’t like something about your life then change it or change your perception of it. Sure, things go wrong and people get hurt, but if at the end of the day you are happy, then what else can matter?
He did, but she thought differently, so they, with effort a kind never experienced before, jumped.
That was the first time.
I simply refuse to stop writing about this word “refuse”. I am guessing that there is simply one word a day, which makes sense… I still have more time. interesting. Good luck everyone on life.
He asked me if I wanted to do drugs with him, and at first I refused. But then I decided, why the hell not? So i took the little tab of drugs and my mind went wild. I felt like rainbows.
refusal of life
of me
of everything
as i sink deeper in this world
of shadows and puppets
nothing is real
all is magic
of the other kind-
that terrifies
and drowns out the sounds
of the pitiful cries
all is Maaya-
that ethereal goddess
so beautiful, so golden
the eternal mirage-
His handmaiden-partner in crime
she deludes and confuses
holds me captive in her embrace
i forget myself and refuse
to see the truth
who wants that-
when the lies are so lovely!
I refuse to be aware of the many hardships of life. How else can I be happy?
I REFUSE TO FUCKING PUT UP WITH THIS. This is my fucking relationship, not yours, so go get your fucking own. If I’m busy then I’m busy and you are NOT allowed to make me feel bad okay? you dick ugh.
I reuse to write about a dog that I do not care about. His teeth are gross and his breath stinks like a waisted body. I hate his fur, it is old and grey and falls on me. It makes a mess, chews my socks
I refuse to accept what they do. What they think. What they think they know. I refuse to follow their ignorance. Because I refuse to know it is bliss. They hate it. They hate that I refuse. They really do. It’s a curious word. Refuse. It can mean much. Contain much. And i use it. Because they don’t.
I refuse to stop believing even when I don’t understand. What inwillmdo though isnasknmany questions even if I look crazy. I will not walk away or deny what I have scene with my own eyes and heard with my own ears. My faith is a mystery one I cannot even explain but it was my faith that set me free and free I am indeed.
I refuse to say I love you if I don’t. I refuse to believe you love me. I refuse to believe this won’t hurt again. I refuse to lie but I also refuse to believe I am scared. I refuse to believe I am lost, I refuse to believe the truth.
I refuse to yield myself to age, weight and any limits that my mind seems to place in my way. I am an old soul and I plan to live and love with class and dignity – and respect for humanity. I refuse to die without living.
My daddy often asked me to go hunting with him. He told me he could show me how to hold a gun and all that. My daddy is a good hunter; he can shoot a deer from miles away. That’s what it seems like anyways. Daddy says I could be a darn good hunter one day too if I wanted to. He asks me all the time, almost every day even. But I refuse. There ain’t no point in killing those animals, I think to myself. They are just minding their own business and doing whatever deer do, so why ruin that? I can understand if you’re an Indian. Those Indians shot deer to eat when there was nothin’ else around. But we don’t need to eat any wild animals. We’re okay, even if we aren’t the wealthiest of families, we’re okay. I don’t disrespect Daddy and all; it’s just sometimes I wish that he wouldn’t do that. It’s kind of unnatural when you think of it in a way. Mother Nature put deer on this earth and they die when they’re ready, not when a person is hungry. I don’t tell daddy these thoughts, I keep them to myself most of the time. But I do tell him that I won’t go hunting. No way would I ever go hunting.
I refuse to give up, I refuse to stop, I refuse to let other people tell me what to do. Refusing is something I didn’t used to be good at, I was a doormat, easily letting people walk over me. Now I am confident, I know who I am and I refuse to apologize for that. I refuse.
I refuse to be like this for the rest of my life. This slavery has made me mad! I won’t tolerate anymore you trying to think i am of your belongings, Never more. You have made me feel such a petty. My body is not yours, this mouth is mine, this person is independent, I was right from the begining, you were not the one. Good bye.
I refuse to let the fact that God has not seemed to answer my self-gratifying prayers let me stop passionately pursuing him and his will at ALL costs. Inversely though I also refuse to stop praying and rationalize away God’s ability to answer my prayers with miraculous power. Perhaps this rant should be under the word balance, because between those two refusals there is a fine, fine balance to hold.
I refuse to let you go. I know you maybe wanted me to because I hurt you. But I refuse to let you go. I need you. More than you need me I think. I need you because you keep me from the dark place and if I went to that dark place I would never come back.
“I refuse to do it!”
Carry could be so stubborn.
I gave her one of my best faces of disapproval and opened the jar myself, withdrawing one long, slimy night crawler. I opened my mouth and tipped my head back, the worm dangling above me, squirming in my fingers as if he knew neither of us would be happy with the outcome.
“i dont wanna go, i dont wanna go!” i screamed at my mom ,my many toys littering the floor where i sat as she told me about the “very nice” school she wants me to go to.
She doesnt seem to understand that i dont want to leave my toys, the house or my imaginary friend Bibo!
I refuse to change my inner beliefs that are most important to me because I will not be changed and forced by the world to become someone I am not.
She decided that her choices in life were something that she’d have to deal with. If she continued to deny any more of her life, she would never really live. She didn’t want to refuse life, or any of life’s incredible wonders. She wanted to live; and live she would.
I refuse to let them step on me
but yet I can’t
because i don’t fear what they’ll say
or if they’ll leave
i fear that i’ll hurt again
I’m scared of this ever lasting lie that says you’ll never leave
I refuse to believe that everything you say is real.
Here I was, struggling to get a spoonful of medicine into Tanner’s mouth. But he kept grunting and frowning, shifting his head last minute as he refused the slimy substance. I growled and tried again, and was naturally unsuccessful.
dfdsfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
Everyday. EveryWeek. EveryMonth. EveryYear.
To let someone tread on me.
~Ajani
My freedom was never an issue until I refused. I was allowed to do anything I cared for but, if I said no, my cavalier adventures became trapped behind bars. Unfortunately this was a vantage point my mother continued to torture me with for the rest of her life. She believed I was given enough freedom that I had no right to refuse.
I stood at the ede of the lawn, looking up at the door. I knew that it was time to finally step up to my role and take over. I couldn’t do it though. I didn’t have the courage that I needed. My heart said yes, but my body refused to move. I was lost. I was alone.
The moon refused to leave
As the sun kissed my cheeks.
This is my favorite time:
The in between.
60 seconds to write about words and I still don understand why ;)
No never. They could drag me by my ear and they couldn’t get me through the front door. I refused over and over again. I don’t take it as refusing help. I’m just refusing the institution, I feel that stress clinics are convoluted.
Refusal! The art of totally ruining someone’s day. My mom refused to take me to the mall today… So I refuse to be considerate of her wanting to sit on the couch and talk on the phone. All she had to do was drop us off. WE LIVE LESS THAN 5 MINUTES AWAY. OH well, her bad
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I am the half-girl
The one who is loving, kind, good, free;
the one who is cynical, too quick to speak, proud, envious.
The one who seems like she doesn’t care what peaople think and
the one who really does.
The one who is open minded and
the one who shuts out every voice but her own.
The one who knows where she is going and
the one who is lost.
The one who refuses to give in to the other half and
the half that refuses to fade away;
not age, maturity, nor the oldest soul in existence
can fight off human nature.
My lungs were cramped, tight. I couldn’t breathe.
“Sarah,” I gasped, and she finally realized that here was something very wrong with me.
“Oh god, not again!” There was panic in her voice, but she sprang into action. Her hand collided with my back again, and again, and again, each time growing a bit more desperate. She hit me again, this time harder, and I felt something rattle loose in my chest.
I coughed once and the refuse finally cleared from my airways.
Don’t give up, just keep pressing on. Refuse to let the world bring you down with its darkness and lies. Just keep looking up, to the light that guides your soul. Believe in it, and in yourself. If you refuse the things that hold you back, richness will abound.
She closed her eyes “NO I WON’T I WONT AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME.”
Her dreams had been completely wasted. Everything that she ever loved- gone. The only thing to do now was to wait.
The next day, she found herself in the same situation, hands scarlet with blood, body blue with bruises.
well hello, my mane is juan, i like mangas and food, lol, yo i lve in paraguay, people just to call me elgordao, something in look at the night sky and thing what dat hell im doing here , does people really care about what happends to other people