said the lion before realizing that “roar” is a rather cliche thing for a lion to say. This particular lion hated feeling average and nothing made him feel more typical than saying the thing everyone would expect a lion to say.
Jenna
I’m a monster a scary scary monster, I’m not the kind of monster that lives under your bed or in youre closet. I’m the type of monster that ail take away your life and make you throw everything you love away. I’m the type of monster you can’t let go of
Elora Crumbley
Hear my roar. Those words express an excellent concept, for a loud and overtly obnoxious person, but what about a quiet person. Hear my squeak is not a saying.
nikhi
roar. i feel like my head is a big roar, that doesn’t really make sense but i get what im saying. i feel like one day my head is just going to explode and it’ll be a big roar, bigger than a lions. there’s so much shit in my head that i can’t ever just put into words it’s just a huge fucking mess. so fucking ROAR/
Amairani Cuevas
I hear the lion in the distance. a gentle roar. like a mother calling for its child. it echoes, bouncing off the walls of rock. a calling, a pleading, a desperate hope for reunion.
katrina
lions are simply creatures. its what they say. they dont speak in their own language, they simply say the same things over and over because animals dont need so many words. we over think. animals are simple. sometimes we should think about that, maybe we would all be a lot happier is we could just roar?
Emma Quirk
The train roared as it passed. I rehearsed my lines in my head before I looked up at you, starry eyed. I was prepared to say goodbye until you looked down at me, innocently. I tried not to cry but you wouldn’t give me the opportunity to pass. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and you whispered, “I’m sorry, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.”
Maya Celeste
With a thunderous roar, the cougar leaped near the cliff side, skimming the hairs on Melanie’s head. She would be spared for now, as the cougar lost it’s balance and slid.
Cody Beaulieu
a lion. the most powerful creature, majestic and strong. he travels in a pack, domineering over the rest, though their loyalty is palpable in the pictures I’ve experienced. They stick together, they work together. They don’t let anything break their bond. Roar. A squeak at the end of the day that says so much.
Madi
As the curtains open the
roar
of the audience
is like
dark figures
falling to the ground from
dizzying heights
crashing like
fairytale beginnings
and the sun
shining
on the moon
The lion roars all night long. Lamenting lamenting lamenting . Ptf how the night never ends. The crying never ends. The roar is the soul of the beast.
karin
cersei’s hair is gold, stolen from the sun gods.
cersei’s blood runs gold, her veins proclaimed her midas.
cersei’s enemies are gold, too, the way she rips them from the earth.
(she’d like their teeth strung on a chain around her neck,
but she likes her jewelry to match her dresses).
One night I heard the sound, sounding thuought the hole house, shaking throught my hole body, like craving for live I heard it quiet. Untill it got louder.
The sound of the ocean roared back at me as I sat on the cliff overlooking the bay. The dark clouds gathered in the distance. The wind began tearing at my hair and making my eyes water. The roaring reminded me of an angry mob.
T
every vibration every
hum every knotted tangled curl head
every time the train pulls into the station i strain to see– is it you? or which car? sometimes i have a strange tingling in the upper thigh and neck, is it you?? is it you??
i hear this. and its loud. wutwut. this has to be longer than 60 seconds. omg. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh make it stop i jus wanna
Emily
The roar could be heard from miles away. It scared me so much, I could hear it in my sleep for days. It was the cry of an animal in captivity, alone, encaged. It was a horrible thing.
roar is rage cry. A sign of the inner fire that is whithin us. The light of life and survival. A remimder that life is also death and fear. The purest form of life is sometimes the most violent one.
Paul
i hear
the mighty
roar
blazing ever so
the trees
rock
my mouth
rips
apart
free
in the wind
ever
Nicole K.
they were at it again. this is not going to end well. he was tired with this uproar that he didn’t even want to bother with it anymore. but the other just didn’t want to put it at rest. what was it with her that putting everything to rest rather impossible ?
qie
The last of the dragons let out a mighty roar as the knight’s shining blade pierced its heart. A huge column of scarlet flame erupted from its jaws; then its great body collapsed onto the ground, heaving painfully, the brilliant green scales glinting in the early morning sunlight for the last time.
lions roar. people roar, everybody is roaring inside. why do we have no peace? how are we then different from animals? where has the simple lifestyle faded away with this incoming modernity and if it has does that mean modernity is an evil curse that has befallen on us? gandhi said resort to truth. absolute truth. that would bring u peace. but is it a true possibility? people try. people make mistakes. people write philosophies. but who has aCTUALLY come up and said- I AM HAPPY. I AM NOT ROARING INSIDE.
deshana
a lion is an impressive creature. they have beautiful manes and they are really loud and they makes a sound called a roar and a roar also is something that a crowd makes when they really like something when they watch a play or a film or at a concert they go roar and then they clap and that is not what a lion does
Emma
run opposition away run and run as fast as you can and never cling to anything scream outload if u are cscared be happy
no one matters it is u in this worl to rush is to d
bella
roaring good time was had by all
who happened to peek their heads out
of their own stuffy houses.
If there was any hope that a better
time could have been had
then it would have been made
to happen for all
those roaring people.
like a lion or like a cat, doesn;t really matter, what matters is how effective your roar has been. In the beginning was the sound. Sound is what about. But those who roar do not act, it is said. C
Hussain Azam
The lion, large, and utterly surprising. The girl hadn’t know they’d be so BIG. He paced around her and she tried to stick her fingers through the cage to curl into his mane. He growled. She moved back. He bared his teeth, snapping like an alligator. ROAR. She jumped back.
Ariella
All day my body has vibrated; I have suppressed the roar that hums in my limbs. I get home and realize the hum is all I have.
True Leigh
Roar goes the tiger, marking his territory. The sound echoes through the air, reverberating through trees, animals, and humans alike. They all concede, except the latter, the most arrogant of the lot.
johnnyflashbang
Filler word. Roar, when there’s nothing more I have to say. Roar, when I don’t know how to phrase the complicated thoughts in my mind. Roar, when I’m waiting for you to say something else.
Roar, an attempt at conversation just because I’m not such a brilliant conversationalist. Sometimes I wish I knew how to express myself.
It began softly, a whisper I didn’t even notice. But it escalated, quickly, until it was roaring overhead and the whole house was shaking, and all I could do was hit the ground and pray.
The roar of the massive beast sent my body into shivers. As my life flashed before my eyes a strange and resilient silence fell upon me. For at this moment my mind was calm. The thoughts I battle behind every breath seemed like a melodrama..one that would never hit the big screen. I wondered why it takes such a moment to realize how pathetically unimportant my anxieties are in the grand scheme of things. And I thought, “if I get out of here alive, it will be my roar that will shake my soul.”
kelli
they expect so much of me
i am a lion prodded by a lion tamer
jumping through rings and hoops
i do not think
but someday i will turn
and i will roar
and no-one will expect anything else
someone screaming at a lion which annoyed it so it climbed out of his cage and chased the person around the entire zoo!
nanogrey
I hear the loin. He’s so loud. Where is he? I don’t see him?! Wait.. I listen again. The roar is within me. It’s the lion inside me. Happy. Wanting more.
Pam Ahern
i hate myself sometimes
i’m at the lip of a black hole that
swirls into infinity
i roar out into the blackness
but i run away
and no one has time to respond
said the lion before realizing that “roar” is a rather cliche thing for a lion to say. This particular lion hated feeling average and nothing made him feel more typical than saying the thing everyone would expect a lion to say.
I’m a monster a scary scary monster, I’m not the kind of monster that lives under your bed or in youre closet. I’m the type of monster that ail take away your life and make you throw everything you love away. I’m the type of monster you can’t let go of
Hear my roar. Those words express an excellent concept, for a loud and overtly obnoxious person, but what about a quiet person. Hear my squeak is not a saying.
roar. i feel like my head is a big roar, that doesn’t really make sense but i get what im saying. i feel like one day my head is just going to explode and it’ll be a big roar, bigger than a lions. there’s so much shit in my head that i can’t ever just put into words it’s just a huge fucking mess. so fucking ROAR/
I hear the lion in the distance. a gentle roar. like a mother calling for its child. it echoes, bouncing off the walls of rock. a calling, a pleading, a desperate hope for reunion.
lions are simply creatures. its what they say. they dont speak in their own language, they simply say the same things over and over because animals dont need so many words. we over think. animals are simple. sometimes we should think about that, maybe we would all be a lot happier is we could just roar?
The train roared as it passed. I rehearsed my lines in my head before I looked up at you, starry eyed. I was prepared to say goodbye until you looked down at me, innocently. I tried not to cry but you wouldn’t give me the opportunity to pass. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and you whispered, “I’m sorry, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.”
With a thunderous roar, the cougar leaped near the cliff side, skimming the hairs on Melanie’s head. She would be spared for now, as the cougar lost it’s balance and slid.
a lion. the most powerful creature, majestic and strong. he travels in a pack, domineering over the rest, though their loyalty is palpable in the pictures I’ve experienced. They stick together, they work together. They don’t let anything break their bond. Roar. A squeak at the end of the day that says so much.
As the curtains open the
roar
of the audience
is like
dark figures
falling to the ground from
dizzying heights
crashing like
fairytale beginnings
and the sun
shining
on the moon
The lion roars all night long. Lamenting lamenting lamenting . Ptf how the night never ends. The crying never ends. The roar is the soul of the beast.
cersei’s hair is gold, stolen from the sun gods.
cersei’s blood runs gold, her veins proclaimed her midas.
cersei’s enemies are gold, too, the way she rips them from the earth.
(she’d like their teeth strung on a chain around her neck,
but she likes her jewelry to match her dresses).
the lion roars. The snow falls. what better to do on a grey day? listening to First Aid Kit. Sleep. the roar of a snow plow, winter’s lawnmower.
One night I heard the sound, sounding thuought the hole house, shaking throught my hole body, like craving for live I heard it quiet. Untill it got louder.
The sound of the ocean roared back at me as I sat on the cliff overlooking the bay. The dark clouds gathered in the distance. The wind began tearing at my hair and making my eyes water. The roaring reminded me of an angry mob.
every vibration every
hum every knotted tangled curl head
every time the train pulls into the station i strain to see– is it you? or which car? sometimes i have a strange tingling in the upper thigh and neck, is it you?? is it you??
i hear this. and its loud. wutwut. this has to be longer than 60 seconds. omg. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh make it stop i jus wanna
The roar could be heard from miles away. It scared me so much, I could hear it in my sleep for days. It was the cry of an animal in captivity, alone, encaged. It was a horrible thing.
roar is rage cry. A sign of the inner fire that is whithin us. The light of life and survival. A remimder that life is also death and fear. The purest form of life is sometimes the most violent one.
i hear
the mighty
roar
blazing ever so
the trees
rock
my mouth
rips
apart
free
in the wind
ever
they were at it again. this is not going to end well. he was tired with this uproar that he didn’t even want to bother with it anymore. but the other just didn’t want to put it at rest. what was it with her that putting everything to rest rather impossible ?
The last of the dragons let out a mighty roar as the knight’s shining blade pierced its heart. A huge column of scarlet flame erupted from its jaws; then its great body collapsed onto the ground, heaving painfully, the brilliant green scales glinting in the early morning sunlight for the last time.
Then the last of the dragons was no more.
lions roar. people roar, everybody is roaring inside. why do we have no peace? how are we then different from animals? where has the simple lifestyle faded away with this incoming modernity and if it has does that mean modernity is an evil curse that has befallen on us? gandhi said resort to truth. absolute truth. that would bring u peace. but is it a true possibility? people try. people make mistakes. people write philosophies. but who has aCTUALLY come up and said- I AM HAPPY. I AM NOT ROARING INSIDE.
a lion is an impressive creature. they have beautiful manes and they are really loud and they makes a sound called a roar and a roar also is something that a crowd makes when they really like something when they watch a play or a film or at a concert they go roar and then they clap and that is not what a lion does
run opposition away run and run as fast as you can and never cling to anything scream outload if u are cscared be happy
no one matters it is u in this worl to rush is to d
roaring good time was had by all
who happened to peek their heads out
of their own stuffy houses.
If there was any hope that a better
time could have been had
then it would have been made
to happen for all
those roaring people.
In a world where money talks, democracy roared.
like a lion or like a cat, doesn;t really matter, what matters is how effective your roar has been. In the beginning was the sound. Sound is what about. But those who roar do not act, it is said. C
The lion, large, and utterly surprising. The girl hadn’t know they’d be so BIG. He paced around her and she tried to stick her fingers through the cage to curl into his mane. He growled. She moved back. He bared his teeth, snapping like an alligator. ROAR. She jumped back.
All day my body has vibrated; I have suppressed the roar that hums in my limbs. I get home and realize the hum is all I have.
Roar goes the tiger, marking his territory. The sound echoes through the air, reverberating through trees, animals, and humans alike. They all concede, except the latter, the most arrogant of the lot.
Filler word. Roar, when there’s nothing more I have to say. Roar, when I don’t know how to phrase the complicated thoughts in my mind. Roar, when I’m waiting for you to say something else.
Roar, an attempt at conversation just because I’m not such a brilliant conversationalist. Sometimes I wish I knew how to express myself.
It began softly, a whisper I didn’t even notice. But it escalated, quickly, until it was roaring overhead and the whole house was shaking, and all I could do was hit the ground and pray.
The roar of the massive beast sent my body into shivers. As my life flashed before my eyes a strange and resilient silence fell upon me. For at this moment my mind was calm. The thoughts I battle behind every breath seemed like a melodrama..one that would never hit the big screen. I wondered why it takes such a moment to realize how pathetically unimportant my anxieties are in the grand scheme of things. And I thought, “if I get out of here alive, it will be my roar that will shake my soul.”
they expect so much of me
i am a lion prodded by a lion tamer
jumping through rings and hoops
i do not think
but someday i will turn
and i will roar
and no-one will expect anything else
someone screaming at a lion which annoyed it so it climbed out of his cage and chased the person around the entire zoo!
I hear the loin. He’s so loud. Where is he? I don’t see him?! Wait.. I listen again. The roar is within me. It’s the lion inside me. Happy. Wanting more.
i hate myself sometimes
i’m at the lip of a black hole that
swirls into infinity
i roar out into the blackness
but i run away
and no one has time to respond
roar
ro ar
robust
archetypes
what
lions roar. my cat thinks he’s a lion. he can dream. do animals dream? I don’t know.