They all steal from you at some time or other. Stealing is one of the worst things you can do. You can steal a life, steal someone’s pride, someone’s honour. You can steal most things. To be called a thief is the worst thing someone could call you.
They stole from me the power to fight back with words when they lay guilt on me for something that I did that I thought was the right thing for them. Should I always sacrifice my own wants and needs so that others aren’t inconvenienced? Should I be a thief to myself?
The cracks begin to show. I woke to find you gone. Like a thief in the night, you left no trace except for my broken heart.
chris campo
All of it…gone. And with it my feelings, hope and plans for the future. I looked around the empty room, incredolous. Cannot believe he actually acted on his words. I struggled to understand how a human being can sink so low, a truly emotional thief…
It was a small town where everyone knew each other by name and no one would have suspected that in a quaint little house at the end of the long lane lived a thief that was cooking up a plan to steal from the entire town. It all began right there behind those lacy curtains, on that fateful sunny day.
A thief of thoughts can’t make ends meet. He gets by on what he does and no one seems to mind or notice. But integrity stings him while the rest of the world is plagued by originality. Is it so bad what he does? Does he steal or recreate? Give birth to something new from what was old? What’s to do, no sleep tonight.
once upon a moonlight a lady stole a heart right out from under the mans top hat. he barely had time to catch a glance at her mesmerizing hair, his heart was gone for good.
Maiya
sneaky and quiet the thief comes to steal. taking ideas, possessions, and people that I hold dear…as if they are his. entitlement is his mode of operation and he feels as if what I have ought to be his
aimster
When I was in high school, I went on this streak of stealing items from various stores. I thought I was getting back at the corporate hot shots, who were ripping people off anyways, so I stole shirts from Abercrombie, necklaces from Charlotte Russe. It eventually became so bad that I was stealing small items from grocery stores and mini markets. One day I was with my father in Hannaford’s and I opened a pair of tweezers from there package and slipped them in my shorts. I was followed out by two women who stopped my father and I short and asked me to hand over the item I had stolen. The look on my fathers face was one of pure horror as it turned from shock of the accusation she was accusing me to the pain of understanding that I had actually had taken something from the store. He didn’t talk to me again for a month. The worst part is I lied to my parents and told them it was the only thing I had ever stolen.
The only reason I don’t tell people about the incident is because I am so ashamed of stealing tweezers from a grocery store and getting caught, so I have never told a sole.
Abby
Thief. Stealing for food, to live, for the thrill, for cash, for God know’s what. Just another person. We’re all thieves, in our own way. What do you steal?
Orpheus
when i think of theief i think of girls stealing boyfriends that are your bestfriends. they do it because they try and compete with you and make your life a living hell. everything gets stolen from me from girls. either it be my make up or clothes, money or even boyfriends, it never fails and girls are evil theifs who are jealous of other peoples lives because they are never and can never be satisfied with their own.
gracie
In The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening, if you steal bombs or arrows or anything else useful from the shop, the shopkeeper talks everyone into referring to you as THIEF for the rest of the game. I hate it.
I steal anyway.
Abby
He was a thief. He didn’t know why… It just sort of happened to him. These sort of things just happen to you when you are twelve, lonely, and hungry. It became a habit, in the worst way. Every now and then it was a loaf of bread, and every now and then it was an ipod. But, he was good. There was no denying it. He was artful dodger of Los Feliz, and the best pickpocket in Silver lake.
kimmie
Like a thief in the night, the thief in the night crept along the corridor of my house. Little did he know what lay beyond the door he was now opening. He was soon to find out the inner workings of the local insane asylum.
“DO NOT OPEN IT!”
“-But I’m a rogue, if anyone should be opening it’s goi-…”
“NO!”
“-What could possibly go wrong, I’ll just open this like so and… Oh… Oh dear…”
He was the one who took the world beyond anybody´s dreams what a thief, how he dared to change our lives showing us that there is no line, no limit, no boundary, how rude!
Marla Gamez
Er schleicht sich ein
Er nimmt was er möchte
lässt dich zurück.
Manchmal ist es Geld
Manchmal sind es Rubine
Manchmal sind es Perlen
und manchmal auch Herzen.
Anuri
Cats never were his favorite animal, but now in the dark night he was grateful for the company. He slunk further down the darkened hall, with his tabby friend close at his heels. “Where are we off to Tom?” he asked the feline in a whisper
Jamie
You stole my heart–I will never get it back. You took all my love; its now distorted and misunderstood. I loved you with everything I had and all you did was take and take. Never once was my love enough for you and I.
Thief, they called her. As though it was thievery to steal to feed your family. What was she supposed to do? And it’s not like she made a habit of it. She usually paid quite well. Well, by that I mean that she paid the price they posted. But the point is, she didn’t steal.
But today was not an ordinary day. When the sky turns red and all the tall buildings fall down, she thought, exceptions should be made.
Andy
I got a thief inside me, I am willing to steal your heart and never return it back.. I’m staying with it for revenge until you give me mine! Yup…
Mauricio Berlanga
In the night, he comes. Nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. But here – or there, rather. People judge him. He judges himself. But it isn’t about that. It’s about him. And what he wants, what he can’t have, but what he will take regardless. Maybe in the next life, he’ll be dealt better cards. But for now, he’s here – or there, rather.
A man in the night, who takes your stuff, takes your life, your identity. You are what you own; a thief is what he can strip from others who found or earned in their own rites. Wearing masks, and hiding behind false pretenses, he lives in shame, in uncertainty of self.
Ryan Thomas
thieves steal. they take what does not belong to them. definition of a thief would vary depending on what you consider yours and what not yours. thieves may also be of the harmless kind. the word thief actually makes me laugh. there is some humour in being a thief – there is a pettiness or a hint of mischief in being a thief
aastha
thief, you stole my heart, but i gave it to you. there’s more that you stole. you stole my view on everything, replacing it with a new, optimistic one. you stole anger and bitterness. thief, what you have stolen, you have replaced with good.
Carleen
Well I just wrote about this, but the comment thing messed me up. It was kind of sad, this was my first one of these. What makes a thief? Am I a “thief” if I steal a dandelion from the ground? Am I a thief if I steal from Warren Buffett? I’m rambling, I apologize, I’m a little stoned.
Eloise
Every time I go to my grandpa’s house, I worry about his house getting broken in to. A lot of people have had their houses broken into there. It’s not a bad neigborhood either…what makes a bad neighborhood?
Eloise
she considers herself a thief. what she stills is time. the time you had left. the time you’d all ready used up, hanging around your neck like a weight. she steals every thought you ever had
she took it. she didn’t stop to think or wonder why. she just ran. she ran past the house. past the cars. past the time she wasted wondering. that time was past. this time belonged to her. she took it. and now she mattered.
Margaret
No thief is so brazen as the thief of time. What is stolen cannot be returned.
Frank Pray
a thief is sometone who steals things i am a thief because i try to steal things even if i dont succeed i am still a sort of thief. i dont like the way te word looks it is very ugly. i understand I comes before e but it looks bad in this word and i dont ever want to say it. anther word would be robber or burglar i lilike robber best
Marianne
How to know? He seemed a nice man and never a thief. I guess you should know better your friends, you never know who is hiding behing a mask
A thief is someone who takes what they want. but not all are the same. Some steal for greed. Some steal because they have to. Thieves don’t just steal material things. Some steal love, trust, friend, etc. Thieves are everywhere.
Once upon a time there was a thief. This thief stole things. Little was it known that the masked thief causing all the mayhem was actually a girl. Little did they know, the thief was a child, or they appeared to be a child.
ray
someone who steals. people steal things all the time. money, spouses, friends, cars, money. The world is run by thiefs. What a terrible place to live. you know, in pakistan, or maybe india, they chop off the hands of a convicted thief. good policy if you ask me…
FredSpesh
I used to steal. Sometimes I still do. I once almost got caught stealing a 5 dollar belt from cato. It wasn’t worth it. But I don’t think I’ve ever called myself a thief. I wonder where you draw the line. I call myself an alcoholic, but not a thief. Maybe one day I’ll be able to call myself happy if I achieve it enough.
r
The thief grabbed her by the arm and swung her around to his side. The look on her face was brave though her situation was dire.
katy
Cat like thief she stole air from my lungs.
becky
I am a thief all that you have is mine…if I can take it without you noticing. Who owns what anyway? All I have is yours, by virtue of your existing. Take it if you can.
Georgie
someone who steals something. a theif ran into a grocery store and robbed them of their cake and cookies. jewlery store. balaclava. nylons over face making it look kinda funny. cops and robbers, robbing a bank and getting away, diamond store
They all steal from you at some time or other. Stealing is one of the worst things you can do. You can steal a life, steal someone’s pride, someone’s honour. You can steal most things. To be called a thief is the worst thing someone could call you.
They stole from me the power to fight back with words when they lay guilt on me for something that I did that I thought was the right thing for them. Should I always sacrifice my own wants and needs so that others aren’t inconvenienced? Should I be a thief to myself?
The cracks begin to show. I woke to find you gone. Like a thief in the night, you left no trace except for my broken heart.
All of it…gone. And with it my feelings, hope and plans for the future. I looked around the empty room, incredolous. Cannot believe he actually acted on his words. I struggled to understand how a human being can sink so low, a truly emotional thief…
It was a small town where everyone knew each other by name and no one would have suspected that in a quaint little house at the end of the long lane lived a thief that was cooking up a plan to steal from the entire town. It all began right there behind those lacy curtains, on that fateful sunny day.
A thief of thoughts can’t make ends meet. He gets by on what he does and no one seems to mind or notice. But integrity stings him while the rest of the world is plagued by originality. Is it so bad what he does? Does he steal or recreate? Give birth to something new from what was old? What’s to do, no sleep tonight.
once upon a moonlight a lady stole a heart right out from under the mans top hat. he barely had time to catch a glance at her mesmerizing hair, his heart was gone for good.
sneaky and quiet the thief comes to steal. taking ideas, possessions, and people that I hold dear…as if they are his. entitlement is his mode of operation and he feels as if what I have ought to be his
When I was in high school, I went on this streak of stealing items from various stores. I thought I was getting back at the corporate hot shots, who were ripping people off anyways, so I stole shirts from Abercrombie, necklaces from Charlotte Russe. It eventually became so bad that I was stealing small items from grocery stores and mini markets. One day I was with my father in Hannaford’s and I opened a pair of tweezers from there package and slipped them in my shorts. I was followed out by two women who stopped my father and I short and asked me to hand over the item I had stolen. The look on my fathers face was one of pure horror as it turned from shock of the accusation she was accusing me to the pain of understanding that I had actually had taken something from the store. He didn’t talk to me again for a month. The worst part is I lied to my parents and told them it was the only thing I had ever stolen.
The only reason I don’t tell people about the incident is because I am so ashamed of stealing tweezers from a grocery store and getting caught, so I have never told a sole.
Thief. Stealing for food, to live, for the thrill, for cash, for God know’s what. Just another person. We’re all thieves, in our own way. What do you steal?
when i think of theief i think of girls stealing boyfriends that are your bestfriends. they do it because they try and compete with you and make your life a living hell. everything gets stolen from me from girls. either it be my make up or clothes, money or even boyfriends, it never fails and girls are evil theifs who are jealous of other peoples lives because they are never and can never be satisfied with their own.
In The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening, if you steal bombs or arrows or anything else useful from the shop, the shopkeeper talks everyone into referring to you as THIEF for the rest of the game. I hate it.
I steal anyway.
He was a thief. He didn’t know why… It just sort of happened to him. These sort of things just happen to you when you are twelve, lonely, and hungry. It became a habit, in the worst way. Every now and then it was a loaf of bread, and every now and then it was an ipod. But, he was good. There was no denying it. He was artful dodger of Los Feliz, and the best pickpocket in Silver lake.
Like a thief in the night, the thief in the night crept along the corridor of my house. Little did he know what lay beyond the door he was now opening. He was soon to find out the inner workings of the local insane asylum.
“DO NOT OPEN IT!”
“-But I’m a rogue, if anyone should be opening it’s goi-…”
“NO!”
“-What could possibly go wrong, I’ll just open this like so and… Oh… Oh dear…”
He was the one who took the world beyond anybody´s dreams what a thief, how he dared to change our lives showing us that there is no line, no limit, no boundary, how rude!
Er schleicht sich ein
Er nimmt was er möchte
lässt dich zurück.
Manchmal ist es Geld
Manchmal sind es Rubine
Manchmal sind es Perlen
und manchmal auch Herzen.
Cats never were his favorite animal, but now in the dark night he was grateful for the company. He slunk further down the darkened hall, with his tabby friend close at his heels. “Where are we off to Tom?” he asked the feline in a whisper
You stole my heart–I will never get it back. You took all my love; its now distorted and misunderstood. I loved you with everything I had and all you did was take and take. Never once was my love enough for you and I.
STEAL, DIRTY, SCOUSE, BURGLAR, CRIME, JAIL, PUNISHMENT, SWAG, ROBBER, MUGGER, THIEVING BASTARD, LOOT, CRIMINAL, POLICE, CHASE, HANDBAG, ROBBERY,
Thief, they called her. As though it was thievery to steal to feed your family. What was she supposed to do? And it’s not like she made a habit of it. She usually paid quite well. Well, by that I mean that she paid the price they posted. But the point is, she didn’t steal.
But today was not an ordinary day. When the sky turns red and all the tall buildings fall down, she thought, exceptions should be made.
I got a thief inside me, I am willing to steal your heart and never return it back.. I’m staying with it for revenge until you give me mine! Yup…
In the night, he comes. Nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. But here – or there, rather. People judge him. He judges himself. But it isn’t about that. It’s about him. And what he wants, what he can’t have, but what he will take regardless. Maybe in the next life, he’ll be dealt better cards. But for now, he’s here – or there, rather.
A man in the night, who takes your stuff, takes your life, your identity. You are what you own; a thief is what he can strip from others who found or earned in their own rites. Wearing masks, and hiding behind false pretenses, he lives in shame, in uncertainty of self.
thieves steal. they take what does not belong to them. definition of a thief would vary depending on what you consider yours and what not yours. thieves may also be of the harmless kind. the word thief actually makes me laugh. there is some humour in being a thief – there is a pettiness or a hint of mischief in being a thief
thief, you stole my heart, but i gave it to you. there’s more that you stole. you stole my view on everything, replacing it with a new, optimistic one. you stole anger and bitterness. thief, what you have stolen, you have replaced with good.
Well I just wrote about this, but the comment thing messed me up. It was kind of sad, this was my first one of these. What makes a thief? Am I a “thief” if I steal a dandelion from the ground? Am I a thief if I steal from Warren Buffett? I’m rambling, I apologize, I’m a little stoned.
Every time I go to my grandpa’s house, I worry about his house getting broken in to. A lot of people have had their houses broken into there. It’s not a bad neigborhood either…what makes a bad neighborhood?
she considers herself a thief. what she stills is time. the time you had left. the time you’d all ready used up, hanging around your neck like a weight. she steals every thought you ever had
she took it. she didn’t stop to think or wonder why. she just ran. she ran past the house. past the cars. past the time she wasted wondering. that time was past. this time belonged to her. she took it. and now she mattered.
No thief is so brazen as the thief of time. What is stolen cannot be returned.
a thief is sometone who steals things i am a thief because i try to steal things even if i dont succeed i am still a sort of thief. i dont like the way te word looks it is very ugly. i understand I comes before e but it looks bad in this word and i dont ever want to say it. anther word would be robber or burglar i lilike robber best
How to know? He seemed a nice man and never a thief. I guess you should know better your friends, you never know who is hiding behing a mask
A thief is someone who takes what they want. but not all are the same. Some steal for greed. Some steal because they have to. Thieves don’t just steal material things. Some steal love, trust, friend, etc. Thieves are everywhere.
Once upon a time there was a thief. This thief stole things. Little was it known that the masked thief causing all the mayhem was actually a girl. Little did they know, the thief was a child, or they appeared to be a child.
someone who steals. people steal things all the time. money, spouses, friends, cars, money. The world is run by thiefs. What a terrible place to live. you know, in pakistan, or maybe india, they chop off the hands of a convicted thief. good policy if you ask me…
I used to steal. Sometimes I still do. I once almost got caught stealing a 5 dollar belt from cato. It wasn’t worth it. But I don’t think I’ve ever called myself a thief. I wonder where you draw the line. I call myself an alcoholic, but not a thief. Maybe one day I’ll be able to call myself happy if I achieve it enough.
The thief grabbed her by the arm and swung her around to his side. The look on her face was brave though her situation was dire.
Cat like thief she stole air from my lungs.
I am a thief all that you have is mine…if I can take it without you noticing. Who owns what anyway? All I have is yours, by virtue of your existing. Take it if you can.
someone who steals something. a theif ran into a grocery store and robbed them of their cake and cookies. jewlery store. balaclava. nylons over face making it look kinda funny. cops and robbers, robbing a bank and getting away, diamond store