scorn i have no idea what it means but i have to type this..its sounds like corn i guess i have no idea scorn scorn scron scron sconr corn corn corn scorn scorn scorn what else what else what else? i have no idea..i guess i could have googled it by now and i would know what it means
MOhammed
The way you scorned me for my lack of admiration for anything you adorned me with was quite incredulous. Whilst you attempt to gain my attention buy spending your money on me, I sit back and think about us in a naked perspective.
Desiree J
hell hath no furry like a woman scorned. You treat me like a subhuman, you think I’m trying to get you fired?? I may be a catalyst, but You can do that all on you own…Good Luck.
Crystal
corn that is scorched
Aingeala
This is a trip, some sort of challenge. I look down and charge ahead, unwilling to see the look in your eyes, the “loser” sneer on your lips. I charge in search of immortality or just temporary wings. Maybe i’ll fall. But I least I will have flown.
Nathalie (@spacedlaw)
I’ll always be defected to you.
vivian
I’ve been empty on the inside.
Only thinking in weights and measures and biased opinion.
The highest that I’ve been, sickly and dying.
You denied your assignment.
Your child now a “has been”.
You could have been a friend.
No, you could have been a husband to the women you used and lied to.
I tried to be you, I despised you, cried for you, I held it all inside for you.
I nearly fucking died for you, didn’t want to be denied.
I’ll side with myself this time, my pride, no more a fleeting issue.
When I said that I missed you, I lied.
I never knew you.
yeah well. i guess ill just write blab scents i have more time. hmmmm… i concure. your not a man your a coward! I’D RATHER FUCKING DIE
vivian
What are you? She said. You’re nothing like you used to be.
It wasn’t much. It was a brittle type of scorn. But he felt it like hot pins shoved under his fingernails.
kate
They scorned her. They didn’t talk to her, but pointed and laughed as she walked by. They messed with her things and said nonsensical things to her when she found out. She didn’t spend any time with them because they ignored her.
I cannot scorn him, no matter how hard I try. He only did what he had to do, for his sister. It was no worse than what I did to my mother. It actually connects us, we both had to do something terrible. We both have blood on our hands. He was told it was for honor. I was told it was to test my strength. No matter what lies we were fed, it’s left us both broken and scornful.
His indifference to her turmoil spurred her scorn into a race towards disaster. She knew it wasn’t his fault, that he had a life outside of her, and yet, after all of the conversations about signs, about her need for him to follow when she ran, to stop her from ruining them, he still chose hobbies of her.
Out of my lane, I just crossed a car to turn right and here came the local macho to overtake that car ,bang in front of me, braked hard and scorned at me. With a bad morning to start with, the road rage almost got the better of me.
Omkar Thakur
The worst look isn’t scorn. It’s not anger. It’s not frustration, or disappointment. No, it’s none of those. It’s pity. It’s the look you gave me, seconds after breaking my heart. And it’s the look that reassured me that I would never make that same mistake again.
The scorn in their eyes, it was nearly unbearable. Such bitterness, such hatred, and to see it in the eyes of the people who I had considered my friends, my family, it made me want to fall into a deep, dark pit, never to rise again.
Don’t you dare scold me, not now, as you’re standing there wearing two different colored socks and half the buttons of your shirt undone. You didn’t make the bed this morning and you always leave your half-eaten meals on the table when you’re done with them. You only do things in halves, and yet here you are, standing in front of me with your arms crossed, staring at me like it’s all my fault that the faucet is leaky and the car needs an oil change and if we don’t play the bill soon they’re going to turn our electricity off. All I did was burn dinner. The least you could do is the dishes.
Scorn, Hatred, Loss, Fear….intermingling and interrelation abounded. Start with one, another will come soon enough. Like what has happened so far in my life to those I once cared for.
It was carved into the bark of a tree, an image for some young child to see as they passed by, the five simple letters etched in jagged font that had worn over with time by the weather and change of seasons. It would someday fade away, but now it seemed necessary and in its right place.
Stephen Turney
Oh what a loaded and selfish word. It singes the soul and the ears. Who are we to bring this emotion to light. Who are we to create such aloneness…?
Bailey Kreitzer
Woman’s scorn when cheated on. Angry. Vengeful. Pissed off. To be scorned is to be done wrong.
Margo
Scorn by the face of humanity for being too different in my thoughts and in my appearance.
Scorn by the mere existence of my wide hips,
kinky hair,
imperfect curves,
and different skin.
I always thought I was humble until I came to high school at which point I realized I wasn’t. I thought I was better than others and scorned them for their choices, choices I thought were wrong. I’ve come to realize we all have different priorities.
Whenever she opens her mouth, the words cannot help but sound scathing. Twenty years this way. Twenty years have passed since she could control the tone of her voice by will. So even when she smiles and wishes somebody luck, or thanks another person for a gift, or any number of simple, innocuous comments, she sounds strange–detached, cold, sarcastic, malicious, uncaring. And even while her eyes sparkle with sadness at her predicament, everyone is too caught up in the pure scorn resonating in her words to notice.
skank hoes always travel in packs. even when one of them is getting married, they still look like skank-hoes. ah, mayhapps I’m just jealous that she got married before I.
Gloria
have you ever seen the look they give you? Where they stare down their noses and telepathically try to shove your sorry ass into a corner? Have you ever entered a room and suddenly gotten the feeling that they were all just previously complaining about you? Have you ever had someone scorn you without you knowing why?
Scorn swelled from my words like thorns on a vine. I waited for them to pierce him, make him cringe. His grin fell to a scowl as he moved toward me. I opened my mouth to shout at him some more when his hand flew to my throat. My words mutated into a painful cough.
I looked up into his eyes in a horrified silence, unable to breathe.
He looked up at me with complete scorn, and then immediately went back to working on his essay. I rolled my eyes and walked towards him, not minding one bit that I was being ignored now. I smiled and roughly grabbed his shoulder, which earned me a surprised, yet adorable, squeak from him.
The scorn I felt for him was written all over my face. Twenty years and this is what I get. What a piece of work! I was the best thing he ever had. He was too stupid to see.
Sheila Good
Scorn
A sharp thorn
Rotten corn
He said with scorn
While eating corn
There’s a thorn
In my corn
Scorn
Scorn,
he looks away
the lies in your eyes reflect in his face.
What would you say?
Alyssa
Today I felt scorn…for the past, for events out of my control and for myself. I didn’t deserve to feel bad about myself…
paulie aragon
The father regarded his son with scorn. Any history of his existence will disappear. Such betrayal from the king’s son shall never leak into the minds of the people. Or his control shall break. No, the king never had a son. The people will believe it.
Scorn. Distaste. Distrust. I used to love her so very much. She used to be a friend. Then she changed. I wish she would smile, or laugh, or tell me something happy. Now I just feel disappointed and maybe a little bitter because. All she does is mock her friends or coworkers and it is so exhausting to have a friend like that.
I once heard that insanity is bred
by no affection
and all scorn.
You burn me like a fire
and it breeds chaos
scorch me
like the flames that lick
the mentally distressed
Lilly Afshar
i can see the scorn in their eyes as i walk into the classroom.
yes, i’m a fat piece of shit.
but i’m trying to be thin and perfect like you.
let me work at this.
let me be like you.
please stop staring.
i hate myself enough for all of you.
Fishnet caught on stiletto, preventing my hands from entering her precious, crystal dream.
scorn i have no idea what it means but i have to type this..its sounds like corn i guess i have no idea scorn scorn scron scron sconr corn corn corn scorn scorn scorn what else what else what else? i have no idea..i guess i could have googled it by now and i would know what it means
The way you scorned me for my lack of admiration for anything you adorned me with was quite incredulous. Whilst you attempt to gain my attention buy spending your money on me, I sit back and think about us in a naked perspective.
hell hath no furry like a woman scorned. You treat me like a subhuman, you think I’m trying to get you fired?? I may be a catalyst, but You can do that all on you own…Good Luck.
corn that is scorched
This is a trip, some sort of challenge. I look down and charge ahead, unwilling to see the look in your eyes, the “loser” sneer on your lips. I charge in search of immortality or just temporary wings. Maybe i’ll fall. But I least I will have flown.
I’ll always be defected to you.
I’ve been empty on the inside.
Only thinking in weights and measures and biased opinion.
The highest that I’ve been, sickly and dying.
You denied your assignment.
Your child now a “has been”.
You could have been a friend.
No, you could have been a husband to the women you used and lied to.
I tried to be you, I despised you, cried for you, I held it all inside for you.
I nearly fucking died for you, didn’t want to be denied.
I’ll side with myself this time, my pride, no more a fleeting issue.
When I said that I missed you, I lied.
I never knew you.
yeah well. i guess ill just write blab scents i have more time. hmmmm… i concure. your not a man your a coward! I’D RATHER FUCKING DIE
What are you? She said. You’re nothing like you used to be.
It wasn’t much. It was a brittle type of scorn. But he felt it like hot pins shoved under his fingernails.
They scorned her. They didn’t talk to her, but pointed and laughed as she walked by. They messed with her things and said nonsensical things to her when she found out. She didn’t spend any time with them because they ignored her.
I cannot scorn him, no matter how hard I try. He only did what he had to do, for his sister. It was no worse than what I did to my mother. It actually connects us, we both had to do something terrible. We both have blood on our hands. He was told it was for honor. I was told it was to test my strength. No matter what lies we were fed, it’s left us both broken and scornful.
I am not too sure what I am doing anymore.
I have dreams I want to reach. I feel expectations placed upon me. But what will I ever do? I haven’t a clue of where to begin.
And even if I begin, I’m not sure if I’m doing this right.
My future is…
… nondescript, at the moment. A haze.
I hope that when I clear the way, it will be somewhere brighter and more comfortable.
I just don’t want to end up hating what I’ve done and being miserable.
Scorn on the cob, buttered
staring up at me as we
sit
in silence through yet another meal
His indifference to her turmoil spurred her scorn into a race towards disaster. She knew it wasn’t his fault, that he had a life outside of her, and yet, after all of the conversations about signs, about her need for him to follow when she ran, to stop her from ruining them, he still chose hobbies of her.
Out of my lane, I just crossed a car to turn right and here came the local macho to overtake that car ,bang in front of me, braked hard and scorned at me. With a bad morning to start with, the road rage almost got the better of me.
The worst look isn’t scorn. It’s not anger. It’s not frustration, or disappointment. No, it’s none of those. It’s pity. It’s the look you gave me, seconds after breaking my heart. And it’s the look that reassured me that I would never make that same mistake again.
The scorn in their eyes, it was nearly unbearable. Such bitterness, such hatred, and to see it in the eyes of the people who I had considered my friends, my family, it made me want to fall into a deep, dark pit, never to rise again.
Don’t you dare scold me, not now, as you’re standing there wearing two different colored socks and half the buttons of your shirt undone. You didn’t make the bed this morning and you always leave your half-eaten meals on the table when you’re done with them. You only do things in halves, and yet here you are, standing in front of me with your arms crossed, staring at me like it’s all my fault that the faucet is leaky and the car needs an oil change and if we don’t play the bill soon they’re going to turn our electricity off. All I did was burn dinner. The least you could do is the dishes.
Scorn, Hatred, Loss, Fear….intermingling and interrelation abounded. Start with one, another will come soon enough. Like what has happened so far in my life to those I once cared for.
It was carved into the bark of a tree, an image for some young child to see as they passed by, the five simple letters etched in jagged font that had worn over with time by the weather and change of seasons. It would someday fade away, but now it seemed necessary and in its right place.
Oh what a loaded and selfish word. It singes the soul and the ears. Who are we to bring this emotion to light. Who are we to create such aloneness…?
Woman’s scorn when cheated on. Angry. Vengeful. Pissed off. To be scorned is to be done wrong.
Scorn by the face of humanity for being too different in my thoughts and in my appearance.
Scorn by the mere existence of my wide hips,
kinky hair,
imperfect curves,
and different skin.
I always thought I was humble until I came to high school at which point I realized I wasn’t. I thought I was better than others and scorned them for their choices, choices I thought were wrong. I’ve come to realize we all have different priorities.
Whenever she opens her mouth, the words cannot help but sound scathing. Twenty years this way. Twenty years have passed since she could control the tone of her voice by will. So even when she smiles and wishes somebody luck, or thanks another person for a gift, or any number of simple, innocuous comments, she sounds strange–detached, cold, sarcastic, malicious, uncaring. And even while her eyes sparkle with sadness at her predicament, everyone is too caught up in the pure scorn resonating in her words to notice.
skank hoes always travel in packs. even when one of them is getting married, they still look like skank-hoes. ah, mayhapps I’m just jealous that she got married before I.
have you ever seen the look they give you? Where they stare down their noses and telepathically try to shove your sorry ass into a corner? Have you ever entered a room and suddenly gotten the feeling that they were all just previously complaining about you? Have you ever had someone scorn you without you knowing why?
Scorn swelled from my words like thorns on a vine. I waited for them to pierce him, make him cringe. His grin fell to a scowl as he moved toward me. I opened my mouth to shout at him some more when his hand flew to my throat. My words mutated into a painful cough.
I looked up into his eyes in a horrified silence, unable to breathe.
He looked up at me with complete scorn, and then immediately went back to working on his essay. I rolled my eyes and walked towards him, not minding one bit that I was being ignored now. I smiled and roughly grabbed his shoulder, which earned me a surprised, yet adorable, squeak from him.
The scorn I felt for him was written all over my face. Twenty years and this is what I get. What a piece of work! I was the best thing he ever had. He was too stupid to see.
Scorn
A sharp thorn
Rotten corn
He said with scorn
While eating corn
There’s a thorn
In my corn
Scorn
He wore a look of scorn to show his forlorn.
Scorn,
he looks away
the lies in your eyes reflect in his face.
What would you say?
Today I felt scorn…for the past, for events out of my control and for myself. I didn’t deserve to feel bad about myself…
The father regarded his son with scorn. Any history of his existence will disappear. Such betrayal from the king’s son shall never leak into the minds of the people. Or his control shall break. No, the king never had a son. The people will believe it.
Scorn. Distaste. Distrust. I used to love her so very much. She used to be a friend. Then she changed. I wish she would smile, or laugh, or tell me something happy. Now I just feel disappointed and maybe a little bitter because. All she does is mock her friends or coworkers and it is so exhausting to have a friend like that.
I once heard that insanity is bred
by no affection
and all scorn.
You burn me like a fire
and it breeds chaos
scorch me
like the flames that lick
the mentally distressed
i can see the scorn in their eyes as i walk into the classroom.
yes, i’m a fat piece of shit.
but i’m trying to be thin and perfect like you.
let me work at this.
let me be like you.
please stop staring.
i hate myself enough for all of you.
Like being scolded. Or an action that could mean “anger”.
hmm. sounds kinda similar to a scone. but when people roll their ‘r’ …scorn. yep can i have some scorn please…..i dont know