his lips couldn’t quite make out what was going on in his brain. words jumbled up in bits and pieces. he felt anger and rage, scorn and hate rise within his very soul. How could he do anything but let it escape from the bridge, easily known as the surface things, that hold in his being.
Opal
Ah a woman scorned. Wow, this is an old word. Scornful, it is hard for me to think of anything about it. My minute will be up and my mind is just not working.
The frown in your face like a scar, your eyebrows pointing down on me with my every word, thought, breath. Your wrinkled skin tattooed with derision.
And my face a mirror.
Her scorn was almost palpable. He got to his feet on shaky legs, scooping up his gun where he’d dropped it. The marine sergeant snorted in contempt as he once again brought it to bear.
Krospgnasker
Now this wasn’t okay. He didn’t mean to! But look at her, she was pissed! No … she was going to leave him again! Honestly he didn’t mean to! Can’t you tell from the look on his face the hurt in his blue eyes? He didn’t mean to.
Darrien
I don’t know what scorn means but i know it’s something bad. Like chiding.Also it reminds of S-corn. or Super Corn. Scorn not acorn but a super corn.
I’m not really sure what scorn means. It kind of looks like scom, but it sounds like scone. I think it’s negative. It’s funny how someone like me, a writer, who has probably used the word dozens of times has no real idea of what the word actually means. But then again, half the time I’m re-writing ad copy from ad people who have no clue about metaphors.
Hurt pain only you can make me this way dark and twisty why so scary why so serious only you make me feel the way i do can’t you see the dripping pool the blue the yellow the green only seen darkness rises temptation fires
I have been scorned. My entire life is scorn. Everyone betrays me and makes me feel like I’m nothing. I don’t get it, what did I do in a past life to deserve such a terrible one now? Why me?
I’m awfully whiny, maybe I was a horrible princess in a past life. I like to think I was better than that though. Maybe I was a corrupt Irish female warrior barbarian thing. Do those even exist? Sheesh. I don’t know. Oh well.
The look of scorn the man threw her way was genuine. There was no love in his eyes, only disdain. The girl snorted and brushed her hair over her shoulder. If only he knew. The man walked away as the girl returned to talking with her friends.
badly hurt frosted morn I hate that man you smile so wickedly Come here now and show me what you have done A hurt A child cry I’ve done bad things no one should hear Box my ears Sadness overwhelming smiling so tenderly the one who shows love and the one who takes all love away can’t you see how dark and twisty i can be i never wanted to be this way it was the way my father made me
Holly Cox
There is a breath that you bite into, juicy and red and tart and sweet and at this point it is the best type of apple – meaty and heavy and filled to the brim with worms.
i think it means to yell at someone. to scold or to scorn. kinda sounds like corn. i love corn, ….i don’t think i would like scorn because really? who wants to get yelled at? i dont know. no one?
julia carey
Dear time, you are a little more powerful than I had imagined, when secondhand clockwork leaves not even smoke. Tell me again, how listless you are waiting for worlds to collide, time zones and all I have to do is stick pencil, paper and cut. Show me once more, what it means to see stars in your skies and skies in her eyes. And teach me to scorn, that in two different places time stands too still to disturb the dust. I never understood the point of daylight.
Her eyes drop. She has said the wrong thing again; she can see it in his hands as they make their sharp, harsh motions. He doesn’t say anything to her, but that’s almost worse than if he’d been shouting. At least then she’d have his voice, his anger to clasp in her hands and squeeze the venom out of his words – at least then she’d have something to work with. But the silence! So she breaks it, quivering and low, anticipating the backlash that is sure to come.
“Do you need any help with that?”
She trails off as his eyes flick to hers, penetrating them with his hatred. Her eyes drop. He hates the sound of desperation in her voice, and she does too.
So I looked up the definition of this word, it being one of those words you’ve heard and kinda know how to use but never really know what it means. I read it. It felt like me sometimes. I’m useless to others. I’m worthless and disgusting and unwanted, but my own boyfriend even. What the hell am I even doing with my life? Seriously? Why can’t I leave the man who scorns me, why can’t I be free, why can’t I live, why can’t I breathe?
Preston
What was the look she had in her eyes when the boy in front of her got into the bus first, flying by in a whirl of rudeness? What was the feeling she felt when he arrived in class late, despite his behavior? What did she think when he asked her out to the dance.
Oh yeah, scorn.
The scorn was in his eyes, right behind the blue colour. It was almost invisible, just the slightly lighter blue, the touch of ice revealed it’s sharpness.
corinnele
My scorn was not unbridled toward the tiny child sitting with a beanie on his head and a red lollipop that was growing sticky in his left hand. He stood above the wreckage of what used to be little cars and green soldiers and building blocks, and the look on his pink face was more than sheepish.
You scorn me do you?
Scorn me because i self-harm.
I feel i need to do this as this is what you drove me too.
I feel pity for you.
for i could easily live without you
could you live without me?
L
‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’, or so they say. The inevitable tut-tutting multitude of ‘they’ whom I scorn. Knit my brow and in stern solemn pose, refuse to give them any credit anymore. Nope, I scorn them. Detest. Ignore. Curl my upper lip and utter profanities upon their houses. Such a wrathful word. Almost like ‘sworn’, but the vow wrenched into an abhorrence by a ‘c’. The distate of its sound is evident enough to its meaning. And now I’m thinking of Shakespeare and how its his birthday today and how many bored students have scorned him, turned their back on his spouting, without even knowing their actions were worded by him. Hmm.
I will never scorn you. I will never hate you. I will never speak ill of you because you were always the best man in my life. You showed me that not all men are untrustworthy. You showed me that they can be kind and gentle, sweet and thoughtful, considerate and worthy of my love. I will always treasure you for that. I will always hold you in my heart as the first MAN I loved. I’m sorry that our dreams couldn’t come true together. I’m sorry that you have to leave with such a heavy heart. But I’m so honored to have been part of that for as long as I was. You have grown and changed from this, you will continue to grow and change. I love you for who you are and what you are. Thank you for being that loving, gentle, magical man for me.
She looked at the clump of hair in her one hand, like a bundle of wheat, and the scissors in the other. No one had seen her do this to herself in the park on the bench, in the sun. Because it was very early morning? Because everyone was dead?
scorn
the sky is gloomy
the clouds are fact
rain will be pouring soon enough
the rain drops hard with anger inside
time to use umbrellas
so i don’t get wet
his lips couldn’t quite make out what was going on in his brain. words jumbled up in bits and pieces. he felt anger and rage, scorn and hate rise within his very soul. How could he do anything but let it escape from the bridge, easily known as the surface things, that hold in his being.
Ah a woman scorned. Wow, this is an old word. Scornful, it is hard for me to think of anything about it. My minute will be up and my mind is just not working.
The frown in your face like a scar, your eyebrows pointing down on me with my every word, thought, breath. Your wrinkled skin tattooed with derision.
And my face a mirror.
No one should face a woman’s scorn. It’s deadly.
This scornful, ignorant woman is stripping everything from my soul.
Her scorn was almost palpable. He got to his feet on shaky legs, scooping up his gun where he’d dropped it. The marine sergeant snorted in contempt as he once again brought it to bear.
Now this wasn’t okay. He didn’t mean to! But look at her, she was pissed! No … she was going to leave him again! Honestly he didn’t mean to! Can’t you tell from the look on his face the hurt in his blue eyes? He didn’t mean to.
I don’t know what scorn means but i know it’s something bad. Like chiding.Also it reminds of S-corn. or Super Corn. Scorn not acorn but a super corn.
I’m not really sure what scorn means. It kind of looks like scom, but it sounds like scone. I think it’s negative. It’s funny how someone like me, a writer, who has probably used the word dozens of times has no real idea of what the word actually means. But then again, half the time I’m re-writing ad copy from ad people who have no clue about metaphors.
scorn means to be harsh and straight forward.
Hurt pain only you can make me this way dark and twisty why so scary why so serious only you make me feel the way i do can’t you see the dripping pool the blue the yellow the green only seen darkness rises temptation fires
Grey
Suffocating, bland, anguished grey
The colour of contempt; disdain
Scorn
Once
I thought I existed in a festival of exuberant colour
Now I think I see myself
Grey
I.d.k. what scorn means but I’m a vampire. With a sword
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Scorn means harsh or somewhat mean. To be scorn is to straight forward and not make any jokes. Most best friends don’t mean to be scorn. Sorry.
i have no idea what scorn means.
i don`t know what that means at all so i don`t even know what to type about
Scorn, I don’t know what that word means but I’m a vampire.
I have been scorned. My entire life is scorn. Everyone betrays me and makes me feel like I’m nothing. I don’t get it, what did I do in a past life to deserve such a terrible one now? Why me?
I’m awfully whiny, maybe I was a horrible princess in a past life. I like to think I was better than that though. Maybe I was a corrupt Irish female warrior barbarian thing. Do those even exist? Sheesh. I don’t know. Oh well.
The look of scorn the man threw her way was genuine. There was no love in his eyes, only disdain. The girl snorted and brushed her hair over her shoulder. If only he knew. The man walked away as the girl returned to talking with her friends.
badly hurt frosted morn I hate that man you smile so wickedly Come here now and show me what you have done A hurt A child cry I’ve done bad things no one should hear Box my ears Sadness overwhelming smiling so tenderly the one who shows love and the one who takes all love away can’t you see how dark and twisty i can be i never wanted to be this way it was the way my father made me
There is a breath that you bite into, juicy and red and tart and sweet and at this point it is the best type of apple – meaty and heavy and filled to the brim with worms.
You spit out the seeds and skin.
i think it means to yell at someone. to scold or to scorn. kinda sounds like corn. i love corn, ….i don’t think i would like scorn because really? who wants to get yelled at? i dont know. no one?
Dear time, you are a little more powerful than I had imagined, when secondhand clockwork leaves not even smoke. Tell me again, how listless you are waiting for worlds to collide, time zones and all I have to do is stick pencil, paper and cut. Show me once more, what it means to see stars in your skies and skies in her eyes. And teach me to scorn, that in two different places time stands too still to disturb the dust. I never understood the point of daylight.
Her eyes drop. She has said the wrong thing again; she can see it in his hands as they make their sharp, harsh motions. He doesn’t say anything to her, but that’s almost worse than if he’d been shouting. At least then she’d have his voice, his anger to clasp in her hands and squeeze the venom out of his words – at least then she’d have something to work with. But the silence! So she breaks it, quivering and low, anticipating the backlash that is sure to come.
“Do you need any help with that?”
She trails off as his eyes flick to hers, penetrating them with his hatred. Her eyes drop. He hates the sound of desperation in her voice, and she does too.
you are scorned by all of your friends. they think you are ridiculous, what do you do?
I tired some scorn on my corn,
found it to taste very forlorn,
Now I am left with just my porn…
all this over just a head of corn…
So I looked up the definition of this word, it being one of those words you’ve heard and kinda know how to use but never really know what it means. I read it. It felt like me sometimes. I’m useless to others. I’m worthless and disgusting and unwanted, but my own boyfriend even. What the hell am I even doing with my life? Seriously? Why can’t I leave the man who scorns me, why can’t I be free, why can’t I live, why can’t I breathe?
What was the look she had in her eyes when the boy in front of her got into the bus first, flying by in a whirl of rudeness? What was the feeling she felt when he arrived in class late, despite his behavior? What did she think when he asked her out to the dance.
Oh yeah, scorn.
Um is scorn a type of food???
I have no clue what scorn means. I think its a facial expression.
The scorn was in his eyes, right behind the blue colour. It was almost invisible, just the slightly lighter blue, the touch of ice revealed it’s sharpness.
My scorn was not unbridled toward the tiny child sitting with a beanie on his head and a red lollipop that was growing sticky in his left hand. He stood above the wreckage of what used to be little cars and green soldiers and building blocks, and the look on his pink face was more than sheepish.
“Billy,” I growled.
He lowered his head. “Msry.”
“What was that?”
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You scorn me do you?
Scorn me because i self-harm.
I feel i need to do this as this is what you drove me too.
I feel pity for you.
for i could easily live without you
could you live without me?
‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’, or so they say. The inevitable tut-tutting multitude of ‘they’ whom I scorn. Knit my brow and in stern solemn pose, refuse to give them any credit anymore. Nope, I scorn them. Detest. Ignore. Curl my upper lip and utter profanities upon their houses. Such a wrathful word. Almost like ‘sworn’, but the vow wrenched into an abhorrence by a ‘c’. The distate of its sound is evident enough to its meaning. And now I’m thinking of Shakespeare and how its his birthday today and how many bored students have scorned him, turned their back on his spouting, without even knowing their actions were worded by him. Hmm.
I will never scorn you. I will never hate you. I will never speak ill of you because you were always the best man in my life. You showed me that not all men are untrustworthy. You showed me that they can be kind and gentle, sweet and thoughtful, considerate and worthy of my love. I will always treasure you for that. I will always hold you in my heart as the first MAN I loved. I’m sorry that our dreams couldn’t come true together. I’m sorry that you have to leave with such a heavy heart. But I’m so honored to have been part of that for as long as I was. You have grown and changed from this, you will continue to grow and change. I love you for who you are and what you are. Thank you for being that loving, gentle, magical man for me.
She looked at the clump of hair in her one hand, like a bundle of wheat, and the scissors in the other. No one had seen her do this to herself in the park on the bench, in the sun. Because it was very early morning? Because everyone was dead?
scorn
the sky is gloomy
the clouds are fact
rain will be pouring soon enough
the rain drops hard with anger inside
time to use umbrellas
so i don’t get wet