Thieves are a necessary element in any modern day society, I’d say. While some take from the rich, to give to the poor, others take from those poor to fatten already swollen pockets. Thieves balance things out in a way… kind of dark to think of it that way, but I think it holds true. Just don’t thieve from me.
UnlikelyBrooklynWriter
I hate those thieves that take my one sock every April fools. So this year I am putting up a trap to catch these evil little monsters.
Lauren
There are so many people in this world that are thieves. They take what this not theres and just keep on taking. It can be objects or even your heart.
Monica Wyatt
People just stole a woman’s purse and Spider-Man swooped in and tied them up. He returned the lady’s purse and she said, “Thanks Spidey! I owe you my life!”
Shawn Richardson
It’s the time of year for thieves oil, but since I’ve never used it I don’t really know what that means. It sounds lovely, a spicy blend of germ killing delights. Maybe this is the year to get some. Maybe a little extra spice in my life is just what I need, not for germs as much as for beating the doldrums.
Taylor
thieves are people that rob banks and steel from people or they do something that their no suppose to do.
TEXAS!!
thieves are people the rob a bank or do something their not suppose to do.
TEXAS!!
1thieves = Take Honesty Into each volition extricating Someing
Garz
Has it been a pause of writing or simply a tendency to become thoughts like thieves, who are not make believe, but open.
Robert Kohlhammer
i see thieves on him. they have stolen my heart, his eyes, his mind and everything.
Yikuanggg
thieves are very important people in life and they help us all make each other feel less secure. this means that we buy and install security systems and this keeps the business thriving. i think that thieves are awesome. thieves can become an integral part of our lives and this means that we all need to be aware as to what we are doing all the time. the police ought to catch more thieves.
steve
We were all thieves. The whole lot of us. But we all stole different things. Johnny stole wallets. Kendra stole jewelry. And margot? She stole hearts. Whole hearts. Big bloody hearts from the butchers. And also from the galleries. Art openings. She stole from the rich.
Victoria Park
thieves with trick sleeves will grief knights with thick greaves
on nights with heaves of wind that rustle sticks and leaves
Let’s be thieves, honey, and steal ourselves from our obligations. Come and live in my bathtub.
Ella Emma Em
We were thieves in the night,
Fleeing, racing through the dark back alleys,
Those filled with mystery,
Darker than death,
Or brighter than day,
But our excitement propelled us forward.
Thoughts of you get me twisted.
I can’t remember night from day, dark from light.
I only know that you’re gone.
The police were on the scene in only two minutes, as the little old lady who ran the tiny drugstore on the edge of Main told her side of the story. Apparently, in her words “three hooded hooligans” had run into her store and taken off with about five pounds of king-sized chocolate candy bars.
“Am I hearing you correctly, ma’am?” asked a puzzled officer. “Five pounds?”
“Yes!” exclaimed the little old lady.
Belinda Roddie
is there a reason to be bereft
of reason
a lost path situated between trees
and treason
winter thieves abscond with fall
season
leading the way to another year
bereft of reason
matt m.
“Your smiles were like thieves, they stole my heart.” Ethan smiled at me and I almost disintegrated into a puddle of mush. He was so freaking adorable without even knowing it.
“Stop it, you know I don’t take compliments well.” I blushed and slapped his arm lightly. his shoulders shook in laughter and he turned to me giving me his full attention.
“You need to work on that Ella, you’re someone who’s bound to get many.” I looked down as a warm feeling spread throughout my chest. What was he doing to me?
Sarah Hillman
the thieves ran through the crowd, the guards right on their heels. There did not seem to be any way to escape these royal guards. Tamara suspected they were using magic to track wherever her and her friends were running. she was wrong.
inu nova
stealing from someone is a crime. an action that sometimes results in guilt. you’re a thief. you’ve stolen my heart the moment i glanced at you. do you feel guilty? never mind, you haven’t even been caught yet.
kaije
We were thick as thieves, you and me, once upon a time ago. When we’d looked into each other’s eyes and understood perfectly without the benefit of words. Reading into the soul of it; I think of you and sigh. “What might have been?” is a question I still ask myself far too often.
Iran
stealing. staking. stalking. they creep and crawl and slither. there is no honor amongst thieves.
my dad is a thief and i hate him.
Thieves are a necessary element in any modern day society, I’d say. While some take from the rich, to give to the poor, others take from those poor to fatten already swollen pockets. Thieves balance things out in a way… kind of dark to think of it that way, but I think it holds true. Just don’t thieve from me.
I hate those thieves that take my one sock every April fools. So this year I am putting up a trap to catch these evil little monsters.
There are so many people in this world that are thieves. They take what this not theres and just keep on taking. It can be objects or even your heart.
People just stole a woman’s purse and Spider-Man swooped in and tied them up. He returned the lady’s purse and she said, “Thanks Spidey! I owe you my life!”
It’s the time of year for thieves oil, but since I’ve never used it I don’t really know what that means. It sounds lovely, a spicy blend of germ killing delights. Maybe this is the year to get some. Maybe a little extra spice in my life is just what I need, not for germs as much as for beating the doldrums.
thieves are people that rob banks and steel from people or they do something that their no suppose to do.
thieves are people the rob a bank or do something their not suppose to do.
1thieves = Take Honesty Into each volition extricating Someing
Has it been a pause of writing or simply a tendency to become thoughts like thieves, who are not make believe, but open.
i see thieves on him. they have stolen my heart, his eyes, his mind and everything.
thieves are very important people in life and they help us all make each other feel less secure. this means that we buy and install security systems and this keeps the business thriving. i think that thieves are awesome. thieves can become an integral part of our lives and this means that we all need to be aware as to what we are doing all the time. the police ought to catch more thieves.
We were all thieves. The whole lot of us. But we all stole different things. Johnny stole wallets. Kendra stole jewelry. And margot? She stole hearts. Whole hearts. Big bloody hearts from the butchers. And also from the galleries. Art openings. She stole from the rich.
thieves with trick sleeves will grief knights with thick greaves
on nights with heaves of wind that rustle sticks and leaves
Let’s be thieves, honey, and steal ourselves from our obligations. Come and live in my bathtub.
We were thieves in the night,
Fleeing, racing through the dark back alleys,
Those filled with mystery,
Darker than death,
Or brighter than day,
But our excitement propelled us forward.
Thoughts of you get me twisted.
I can’t remember night from day, dark from light.
I only know that you’re gone.
I don’t want to write about this I’m scared some one will steal my idea
“No! Come back here! Thieves! THIEVES!”
The police were on the scene in only two minutes, as the little old lady who ran the tiny drugstore on the edge of Main told her side of the story. Apparently, in her words “three hooded hooligans” had run into her store and taken off with about five pounds of king-sized chocolate candy bars.
“Am I hearing you correctly, ma’am?” asked a puzzled officer. “Five pounds?”
“Yes!” exclaimed the little old lady.
is there a reason to be bereft
of reason
a lost path situated between trees
and treason
winter thieves abscond with fall
season
leading the way to another year
bereft of reason
“Your smiles were like thieves, they stole my heart.” Ethan smiled at me and I almost disintegrated into a puddle of mush. He was so freaking adorable without even knowing it.
“Stop it, you know I don’t take compliments well.” I blushed and slapped his arm lightly. his shoulders shook in laughter and he turned to me giving me his full attention.
“You need to work on that Ella, you’re someone who’s bound to get many.” I looked down as a warm feeling spread throughout my chest. What was he doing to me?
the thieves ran through the crowd, the guards right on their heels. There did not seem to be any way to escape these royal guards. Tamara suspected they were using magic to track wherever her and her friends were running. she was wrong.
stealing from someone is a crime. an action that sometimes results in guilt. you’re a thief. you’ve stolen my heart the moment i glanced at you. do you feel guilty? never mind, you haven’t even been caught yet.
We were thick as thieves, you and me, once upon a time ago. When we’d looked into each other’s eyes and understood perfectly without the benefit of words. Reading into the soul of it; I think of you and sigh. “What might have been?” is a question I still ask myself far too often.
stealing. staking. stalking. they creep and crawl and slither. there is no honor amongst thieves.