This is intermission, a pause between courses. Are you a weakling, falling by the wayside? Where is your stamina? It is not every day you are given a stuffed pig cooked over hot coals with the juices pouring out and making your fingers and face glisten and shine.
A weakling is a person unaware of their weaknesses or unable to adequately use their strength. Don’t be in the front lines without armor or hide, don’t attempt to engage enemies if you’re unable to damage them, and above all, be aware of the things that can resist your attacks. Be aware of your surroundings, and utilize your abilities.
the one who never mad it in the world pf cool unfelt in a way that only nature could understand never having a simple plan nothing complex to a world based of reflex intentions insanity
seth
weak. you’re a bum. white little boy that can’t do anything. or even black. a phrase black people don’t use. white. Connecticut or however you spell it. gay. g
Daniel
A man who is a weakling is a man who does not possess strength. This man is not the man you want to have watching your back on the front lines, surrounded by cannon fire, amidst the fray of battle. In war, a weakling is nothing.
EPG
I am a weakling. Today I tried lifting up a box of soda, you know, the ones restaurants use in their machines? Well, I couldn’t. I felt so weak. And hopeless. I started crying. But I was terrified someone would come see me so I stopped crying and just left the empty box hanging from its hose.
Megan
i woke up feeling weakling, and then i got to squeekling, cuz i was weakling, oh how freakling amazing this morning has turned out to be, i just know this is a sign its gonna be a great day, yay, for me having another great day. little did i know weakling was going to wake me up, and get me squeekling, who knew.
Debbie
Babies are born weaklings. Ronald Mcdonald is a weakling. I like weaklings cuz theyre fun to chase.
Austen P. Wageman
Someone who is weak and unable to perform/accomplish an action or thing of importance to the world of physiobiology and world mechanetic life. Word.
Austen P. Wageman
It’s not my fault. I was born weak. And sad. And tiny. But things are changing for me. I don’t want to be a weakling. I want to be big and strong.
And I’d much rather be a duck than a chicken.
John Clancy-Tone
broken back broke in two
hands crashing together like applause
smacked the grin off your face
you remember that day
the pain
weakling weaker than weaker and
forgot forget in an alleyway
sighs louder than what you say
the nights fold into the day
go away
Matty M.
Aren’t we all, at some point? Or everlasting; never strong enough to be not. We are, to any given degree, it. A weakling. Everlasting under the pressure of the world, and the universe. The same.
Ronald Dankert
I feel like a weakling when I am not in the present, when I am not focused on the task at hand, when I am not viable and useful towards others. I am a creature of kind acts and I try to do what everyone wants me to do, and if I don’t, I feel like a failure as a human being and as a friend and as a person. Help me. I hate that.
The weakling crawled back from his gigantic foe, shivering as blood dripped from his brow. The tall man cracked his knuckles and his neck as he grabbed the weakling by the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall.
He had bulging muscles, an Adonis-like facial structure and the kind of body that any woman would adore. But he was such a mental weakling that any physical attraction I might have felt was completely cancelled out.
I am not a weakling, she said. How dare you say such a thing. I only cry when I’m sad, not when I’m angry. That makes me cool, to show my feelings for a cool subject, not you. Are we done yet.
It took her a long time to discover what her own weakness was: her strength. He’d been attracted to this strong woman, this female who promised to put everything right for him, but in the end she’d emasculated him and he didn’t want her any more. What a weakling!
I’m not a weakling,
I’m just not used to fighting.
Is it so wrong to not fight back?
If I do fight back then when will it end?
I’m not a weakling
I’m just letting you beat me.
So maybe one day you will be beaten by someone else
And then you will feel how I’ve felt when you beat me.
I’m not a weakling
I’m just following what God has said
“Don’t hate your enemy but love them”
That is why I’m not fighting back.
I’m not a weakling
I am strong because I accept your beating
It is you who are a weakling ‘coz you’ve never been beaten before
I’m not a weakling….
she was a weakling, small, insignificant. Blonde, but not really blonde. Almost gray but not old. Bland. And terrified, too, terrified of everything, and everyone around her, ever. No one was ever sure why she was so scared, they never really payed attention.
mel
they say i’m a weakling. if so, why does it feel so strong? the urge to run away and leave it all behind. jump start a new life and leave the piece on the floor. forget me nots galore on the floor of disdain. i swear it’ll happen one day.
Jane Smith
Who is weak? The boy who can’t bend a bow or the one who can shoot straight but won’t stand up to a bully?
Whether his arms shake or his knees lock up, do the details matter? Or is this courage and not weakness?
What about the one who eats the whole chocolate cake? Is he too weak?
Fuck, this is relevant.
I’m done feeling this way. I’m so tired of feeling inadequate. I’m sick and tired of being exhausted out of my mind while at the same time feeling like I’m not good enough.
But the thing is I don’t know what to do about it. There’s no way to let it out, no way to keep it in. I can’t let go, but I can’t hold on.
Megan
ssakhp
Ankita Rathi
pour concrete into your bones
but that wont strengthen your soul
fill in the shadows of doubt
but that wont make you whole
pour ink into your mouth
but that wont make you speak
sew your eyes open
but that wont make you see
spill blood onto your skin
but that can’t make you feel
paint a smile on your face
it doesn’t make it real
scream out in the darkness
but it wont make you wake
beg for his forgiveness
but you still made a mistake
dig out your worst fears
that won’t make them go away
dont let him take your hand
He’ll lead you astray
AngelDuCiel
This child was a weakling, with many things yet to learn. I was unimpressed, curious as to if I was that pathetic so many years ago. My fellow marchers had the same vision and thoughts, and all we wanted to do was yell at the kid. I decided, in a split second, that I was going to be nice to the kid, because I saw myself standing there, being laughed at and put down, and I saw myself pulling through and becoming what and who I am now. This weakling was not going to be weak for long, and I was going to ensure it.
you dont have the strenght to go on, we hate you, say it to my face, bitch weak
cant do it leave i wish it would stop STOP STOP please im not weak im good, im good at this stop stop stop im better, i can be better ill never be good enough.
lizzy
no self help reliance whining baby week mined irogant a weakling is a person with no self control or sense of self awarness to the outer world
holly b
“There is no good or evil, Kyra. There’s only power…and those too weak to seek it,” he snarled, his words emerging from between his too-sharp teeth in a brittle hiss.
“There’s more in this world than power,” I gasped, trying and failing to rise from my position on the floor before he could strike another blow. But it was useless; I’d barely made it to my knees before his magics forced me back to the floor, breathless. “Father, please…”
“I never took you for a weakling,” he continued as though I hadn’t spoken, almost merrily as he rose from his throne to stand before me. “I suppose it’s your mother’s influence bleeding through at last,”
Raise your arms above your head, like you’re a champion and show your strength no need for this word no need to feel this way,..you decide to be powerful and strong
marta
why is it so easy to be a weakling
a victim
trampled upon by the giants that walk this Earth.
Will you stand up for me when my delicate shroud has fallen down?
Will you stay and protect my weak skin from crumbling away,
my weak heart from exploding into shards that pierce into everyone else?
He was small, sniveling. He shook were he stood, barely casting any shadow at all in the last rays of the sun. From afar I had been certain he was a weakling. But up closer now, I saw all of the things the distance could not show me. His eyes were completely black with no white, glimmering malignantly in the setting sun. When he opened his mouth into a sinister smile, I saw that his teeth were numerous, pointed and overcrowded, all fighting for a spot in his gums. Like a shark.
It’s about power. In the moment power. Opportunists embeddedly know this.
They are the ones that own life.
The beauty and glory of it. How often superficialized by ugliness.
That’s why Hedda Gabler killed herself.
. I was born the second twin on a very cold Scottish night on !st december 1953. I weighed only three pounds, and thought have been conceived one month after my twin because my wieght and state of my skin. I was put aside to die by the midwife , but my grandmother (God bless her,) took me aside covered me in olive oil , wrapped me up in cotton wool and ( as she did with all things that came into her life be it animal , fish or human,)she fed me little drops of whiskey.
The weakling survived without the need of modern technology. My little soul decided to give this life a go and it has been great.I have learned the lessons of this life and still learning.Never underestimate the beauty of devoted love and life.
Mary Thompson
weakling? i’ve felt like one of those before. in my childhood. when i feel like i’ve done wrong. when i cry.
weakling.
the word taunts me.
it always has.
though, never said to me by someone i consider important, i’ve felt the vibes emitting from their eyes – they don’t say it but they think it of me.
Morgan McGlothan
I’m just a weakling in this world
I can’t handle the giants thundering down
throwing rocks at my delicately made shelter.
Lucky
There’s One who fights for me.
Audrey Clark
I was so worried and sad to see when the calf of an elephant fell to the ground unable to walk by himself since he was so weak
This is intermission, a pause between courses. Are you a weakling, falling by the wayside? Where is your stamina? It is not every day you are given a stuffed pig cooked over hot coals with the juices pouring out and making your fingers and face glisten and shine.
Run you cold shit son of a weakling.
I am a weakling. Why? Because I am a coward. I could not face my fears. I could never deal with my feelings and my soul. Help.
I could not push myself to him, after all, I was nothing, compared to him, I am a weakling. A weakling in love with the prince.
A weakling is a person unaware of their weaknesses or unable to adequately use their strength. Don’t be in the front lines without armor or hide, don’t attempt to engage enemies if you’re unable to damage them, and above all, be aware of the things that can resist your attacks. Be aware of your surroundings, and utilize your abilities.
the one who never mad it in the world pf cool unfelt in a way that only nature could understand never having a simple plan nothing complex to a world based of reflex intentions insanity
weak. you’re a bum. white little boy that can’t do anything. or even black. a phrase black people don’t use. white. Connecticut or however you spell it. gay. g
A man who is a weakling is a man who does not possess strength. This man is not the man you want to have watching your back on the front lines, surrounded by cannon fire, amidst the fray of battle. In war, a weakling is nothing.
I am a weakling. Today I tried lifting up a box of soda, you know, the ones restaurants use in their machines? Well, I couldn’t. I felt so weak. And hopeless. I started crying. But I was terrified someone would come see me so I stopped crying and just left the empty box hanging from its hose.
i woke up feeling weakling, and then i got to squeekling, cuz i was weakling, oh how freakling amazing this morning has turned out to be, i just know this is a sign its gonna be a great day, yay, for me having another great day. little did i know weakling was going to wake me up, and get me squeekling, who knew.
Babies are born weaklings. Ronald Mcdonald is a weakling. I like weaklings cuz theyre fun to chase.
Someone who is weak and unable to perform/accomplish an action or thing of importance to the world of physiobiology and world mechanetic life. Word.
It’s not my fault. I was born weak. And sad. And tiny. But things are changing for me. I don’t want to be a weakling. I want to be big and strong.
And I’d much rather be a duck than a chicken.
broken back broke in two
hands crashing together like applause
smacked the grin off your face
you remember that day
the pain
weakling weaker than weaker and
forgot forget in an alleyway
sighs louder than what you say
the nights fold into the day
go away
Aren’t we all, at some point? Or everlasting; never strong enough to be not. We are, to any given degree, it. A weakling. Everlasting under the pressure of the world, and the universe. The same.
I feel like a weakling when I am not in the present, when I am not focused on the task at hand, when I am not viable and useful towards others. I am a creature of kind acts and I try to do what everyone wants me to do, and if I don’t, I feel like a failure as a human being and as a friend and as a person. Help me. I hate that.
The weakling crawled back from his gigantic foe, shivering as blood dripped from his brow. The tall man cracked his knuckles and his neck as he grabbed the weakling by the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall.
He had bulging muscles, an Adonis-like facial structure and the kind of body that any woman would adore. But he was such a mental weakling that any physical attraction I might have felt was completely cancelled out.
I am not a weakling, she said. How dare you say such a thing. I only cry when I’m sad, not when I’m angry. That makes me cool, to show my feelings for a cool subject, not you. Are we done yet.
It took her a long time to discover what her own weakness was: her strength. He’d been attracted to this strong woman, this female who promised to put everything right for him, but in the end she’d emasculated him and he didn’t want her any more. What a weakling!
I’m not a weakling,
I’m just not used to fighting.
Is it so wrong to not fight back?
If I do fight back then when will it end?
I’m not a weakling
I’m just letting you beat me.
So maybe one day you will be beaten by someone else
And then you will feel how I’ve felt when you beat me.
I’m not a weakling
I’m just following what God has said
“Don’t hate your enemy but love them”
That is why I’m not fighting back.
I’m not a weakling
I am strong because I accept your beating
It is you who are a weakling ‘coz you’ve never been beaten before
I’m not a weakling….
she was a weakling, small, insignificant. Blonde, but not really blonde. Almost gray but not old. Bland. And terrified, too, terrified of everything, and everyone around her, ever. No one was ever sure why she was so scared, they never really payed attention.
they say i’m a weakling. if so, why does it feel so strong? the urge to run away and leave it all behind. jump start a new life and leave the piece on the floor. forget me nots galore on the floor of disdain. i swear it’ll happen one day.
Who is weak? The boy who can’t bend a bow or the one who can shoot straight but won’t stand up to a bully?
Whether his arms shake or his knees lock up, do the details matter? Or is this courage and not weakness?
What about the one who eats the whole chocolate cake? Is he too weak?
Fuck, this is relevant.
I’m done feeling this way. I’m so tired of feeling inadequate. I’m sick and tired of being exhausted out of my mind while at the same time feeling like I’m not good enough.
But the thing is I don’t know what to do about it. There’s no way to let it out, no way to keep it in. I can’t let go, but I can’t hold on.
ssakhp
pour concrete into your bones
but that wont strengthen your soul
fill in the shadows of doubt
but that wont make you whole
pour ink into your mouth
but that wont make you speak
sew your eyes open
but that wont make you see
spill blood onto your skin
but that can’t make you feel
paint a smile on your face
it doesn’t make it real
scream out in the darkness
but it wont make you wake
beg for his forgiveness
but you still made a mistake
dig out your worst fears
that won’t make them go away
dont let him take your hand
He’ll lead you astray
This child was a weakling, with many things yet to learn. I was unimpressed, curious as to if I was that pathetic so many years ago. My fellow marchers had the same vision and thoughts, and all we wanted to do was yell at the kid. I decided, in a split second, that I was going to be nice to the kid, because I saw myself standing there, being laughed at and put down, and I saw myself pulling through and becoming what and who I am now. This weakling was not going to be weak for long, and I was going to ensure it.
you dont have the strenght to go on, we hate you, say it to my face, bitch weak
cant do it leave i wish it would stop STOP STOP please im not weak im good, im good at this stop stop stop im better, i can be better ill never be good enough.
no self help reliance whining baby week mined irogant a weakling is a person with no self control or sense of self awarness to the outer world
“There is no good or evil, Kyra. There’s only power…and those too weak to seek it,” he snarled, his words emerging from between his too-sharp teeth in a brittle hiss.
“There’s more in this world than power,” I gasped, trying and failing to rise from my position on the floor before he could strike another blow. But it was useless; I’d barely made it to my knees before his magics forced me back to the floor, breathless. “Father, please…”
“I never took you for a weakling,” he continued as though I hadn’t spoken, almost merrily as he rose from his throne to stand before me. “I suppose it’s your mother’s influence bleeding through at last,”
Raise your arms above your head, like you’re a champion and show your strength no need for this word no need to feel this way,..you decide to be powerful and strong
why is it so easy to be a weakling
a victim
trampled upon by the giants that walk this Earth.
Will you stand up for me when my delicate shroud has fallen down?
Will you stay and protect my weak skin from crumbling away,
my weak heart from exploding into shards that pierce into everyone else?
He was small, sniveling. He shook were he stood, barely casting any shadow at all in the last rays of the sun. From afar I had been certain he was a weakling. But up closer now, I saw all of the things the distance could not show me. His eyes were completely black with no white, glimmering malignantly in the setting sun. When he opened his mouth into a sinister smile, I saw that his teeth were numerous, pointed and overcrowded, all fighting for a spot in his gums. Like a shark.
It’s about power. In the moment power. Opportunists embeddedly know this.
They are the ones that own life.
The beauty and glory of it. How often superficialized by ugliness.
That’s why Hedda Gabler killed herself.
. I was born the second twin on a very cold Scottish night on !st december 1953. I weighed only three pounds, and thought have been conceived one month after my twin because my wieght and state of my skin. I was put aside to die by the midwife , but my grandmother (God bless her,) took me aside covered me in olive oil , wrapped me up in cotton wool and ( as she did with all things that came into her life be it animal , fish or human,)she fed me little drops of whiskey.
The weakling survived without the need of modern technology. My little soul decided to give this life a go and it has been great.I have learned the lessons of this life and still learning.Never underestimate the beauty of devoted love and life.
weakling? i’ve felt like one of those before. in my childhood. when i feel like i’ve done wrong. when i cry.
weakling.
the word taunts me.
it always has.
though, never said to me by someone i consider important, i’ve felt the vibes emitting from their eyes – they don’t say it but they think it of me.
I’m just a weakling in this world
I can’t handle the giants thundering down
throwing rocks at my delicately made shelter.
Lucky
There’s One who fights for me.
I was so worried and sad to see when the calf of an elephant fell to the ground unable to walk by himself since he was so weak
That was what she was, and Maren knew it, but Maren didn’t know.
Did breakable bones make you one?
What about leaking eyes?
Nobody told her that was what made you a weakling.