I make no mistake in what I tell you. you remain willful
David
determined
stubborn
Bianca
The willful child would not stop when it was time to stop.
Frustrating
patience
Kim
Spirits unbroken
Lies unspoken
All for someone
They used to hold dear
But now their will
Is forced by fear
And so they carry on
Cat
Do it, get things done. don’t listen to others. I plan on doing things my way. If there’s a will there’s a way. Happiness. Motivated. Progressive. Challenging. Forward. Onward. Spiteful.
meaghan
Some people will call a kid stubborn…I prefer the term willful. And what’s wrong with that?
It just means that they stand their ground and believe in their opinions & and themselves. They will go places…
Kilday
mellifluous cherry trees
windmills and floating voices
smells flap bitterly by in the rushing air
wet petals stick to a lone cheek
nose tip so cold
fingertips rough the bark
moss and mud muster up to raise my boots
while so much breeze wants me down
I want to lay me down, too
in the cold moist silt and sod
shiver a humming hungry goodbye
Kiki
there is a certain atmosphere surrounding people like him. like they are willing to do anything. anything it takes to get what they want – what they need. what they desire with a burning passion.
charlie
She turned up her hole cards and revealed the straight flush. Her husband glared at her from behind his dwindling pile of chips. “That’s the tenth hand you’ve won in a row,” he said. “Lucky.” She wondered if he thought she was doing it on purpose; willfully destroying him.
no one ever told me to do it. I guess I always just kind of went with it. I’m not saying it didn’t scare me. of course it fucking did. if I’m being honest, almost everything scares me. but there gets to be a point where you have to just do shit, even thought it scares the fuck out of you. that’s how you become a man.
i am willful that i will make something out of what i thought was a mediocre life. life is only mediocre if you let it become such. never give up. never lose sight of what could be just because it has not happened yet. keep trying. always.
Samantha Heller
Desire pouring down your chin and off your shirt
To think, to do, to drive off cliffs with breathless want
Willful abandon – to be a person – mortal intelligence
To think, to stop, to land in a desk chair with back pain and boredom
Fear clammy on your cancer sunburnt skin
As prosecutor in this case I wish to establish that not only did the Defendent, Mr. Smith, kill his neighbor’s pomeranian life companion but that he did so willfully and with extreme hatred! That he grabbed that puppy by the leash, and spun him around like a pinwheel before launching him what you’ll come to find out was nearly half a mile (thanks in no small part to a perfectly aerodynamic doggy haircut).
Jeff
Was I willful? I do not know; all I can remember is the blood and the chemical smell as it tinged the air, and the look upon his face as he realised that he’d never walk again. But did I want to do it? No, I don’t think that I did. There was an inexorable urge within me, and that was something that I couldn’t resist.
Gregory Stark
It made sense to Callie, who was willful even in her most gentle moments, that the turtle should be stomped out of existence: it was a red demon, with stripes, as was every turtle a god that man had imagined. God or demon. It did not matter or make a difference. And only she understood, saw it. We were pitiful and easily deceived. And so it fell to her, saw in hand, to step first her boot into the sucking mud the rain had created along the edge of the parking lot.
I don’t do things on purpose. They just end up happening, by forces I don’t understand. It’s not willful. It just is. I tell people things I don’t mean to, and go places I wasn’t planning to, and talk to people I thought I was too afraid to approach. The only problem is how badly things always end.
He was a willful child, they said, but his mother shrugged it off without much thought. Much better to have a child with a strong sense of independence, with thoughts and opinions of his own than a meek and subservient creature who didn’t question the established order of things. He would grow up to do great things, she knew, and was not about to stifle his willful nature.
We do things sometimes, that are not right or justified, however when we engage in willful conduct that is unbecoming of the position that we upheld, then we must be satisfied with whatever punishment that is melted out to us.
those lips quirked
in silent defiance
as a thousand thoughts
tangled around in your head
a roll of the eyes,
lingering one second too long,
not falling for the rules (just this once, oh
just this once)
brushing against his fingers in the hall,
or staring, wide-eyed, at the shape of his laughter.
they know what you see,
and you know how you’ll (you would) wither up
under their scrutiny,
but you don’t care.
pathetic in hindsight
but hey,
we’ve all got to start somewhere,
right?
F
He’s so demanding for a child. Four years old, and dragging his mother by the hand down the street. I watch my sister try to tell him no as he points to a shop window, but he stares her down, steely blue eyes that seem impossible in the head of someone so young. She rolls her eyes at him, and lets him guide her into the spinning door. I sigh. Well, at least his uncles are more stern with him.
you full of the will to do something, a person can be willful if they have a positive mental attitude that something can be done.
Kara Beaumont
Wilful negligence, they called it.
Murder I said. But no one listened.
It’s murder when you decide to kill someone and then do so, isn’t it? Not negligence, wilful or otherwise. You leave a bare electrical cable lying in the corridor you know the victim walks through every day. You know the roof of the corridor leaks. You know the victim is short-sighted. You pull the fuse from the lighting circuit by mistake and leave the cable live and close to the rapidly growing puddle on the floor.
What did you think would happen?
Wilful negligence. Disregard for the life and safety of others. Bad boy. Naughty boy. Don’t do it again.
You probably would have got away with it if it wasn’t for me.
Is anything we do unwillful? An underlying motive, bubbling away under every action. Willful. Desire, passion, love and anger. Willful. Always an element of willed control.
xx
I was walking one day and a boy said to me i looked pretty. Actually this never happens and i just wish someone would.
I’m a rather sad chappy, not great in the looks department either. But i take each day and try to smile.
hannah
There wasn’t much time left to just hang around. Checking their watches and making sure they synchronised, their steadfast movement towards the exit was almost willful in nature. Their shoulders were back, heads up and they marched out, as simple as that.
she was a naughty wilful girl who always wanted the way she wanted it to be,
She threw tandrums whenever she could not get it.
As wilful as she was, her stubbornness happnend to waver one day when…
Brenda
i am willful of my life its my life and i just love it wid all my heart, i will make it worth living and awesome by doing some thing great for human race and in the god’s name
Rachana
Grif was willful, and Donut actually admired that. Too bad he wasn’t so stubborn on getting to know the younger man.
Donut had thought of Grif as more of a big brother than a coworker or even a lover, despite his double entendres. Simmons, on the other hand…
Maybe he was willful himself. Simmons would be his.
oh no is this public
Being willful is a state of mind rather than a characteristic, it is the ability to be usefull in many situations when others find themselves useless. It is ambition, it is drive, it is strength of character.
Erik
Willful, what does it mean really. Is it have the power to do what you want or need, or is that just my imagination talking. How does it work? Where does it happen? Why do we accept it? I could cry really, just trying to wrap my head around the concept.It’s pathetic to visualize, but honestly, why do we need to be willful.
This is really bad sorry
He was so stubborn. That, I knew all too well. How can a young man be so willful? It’s just frustrating. He does what he wants, and if you don’t like, then too bad.
Will is what drives us into being. not thinking, doing. To be willful is to live, to survive. Without will, we would be like stones. Sinking into the depths of the harsh cold ocean of life.
To be willful is to flourish and grow.
Anya R
I don’t ever feel willful enough. I plan on being more so. I don’t even know if such a thing as free will exists- maybe in meditation. The point is though, is that, I need to have passion. Which stems from will and drive. That’s all I have to say about the word willful, because well, I’m still not sure if it’s even an emotion I have control over.
Hermina
Willful, is how she described herself. Stubborn is what others called her.
Vijayalakshmi
giving everything to you until there is nothing left to give. you always still want more from me. so i try to give give give
but i am running empty and i cannot give you what you want to receive from my heart or my mind
stiles
words wont come
to sad to be hung strung out
like a line cast into the sea
the worthless wind down
and whys and whens and whynots
willful dismissal of wanting
distractions and depression
make a bad impression
tonight tomorrow and forever
when will it come back?
Matty M.
Willful could be my middle name. It’s not always to my benefit, but it’s been helpful more times than it has not. And that’s what counts.
I make no mistake in what I tell you. you remain willful
determined
stubborn
Bianca
The willful child would not stop when it was time to stop.
Frustrating
patience
Spirits unbroken
Lies unspoken
All for someone
They used to hold dear
But now their will
Is forced by fear
And so they carry on
Do it, get things done. don’t listen to others. I plan on doing things my way. If there’s a will there’s a way. Happiness. Motivated. Progressive. Challenging. Forward. Onward. Spiteful.
Some people will call a kid stubborn…I prefer the term willful. And what’s wrong with that?
It just means that they stand their ground and believe in their opinions & and themselves. They will go places…
mellifluous cherry trees
windmills and floating voices
smells flap bitterly by in the rushing air
wet petals stick to a lone cheek
nose tip so cold
fingertips rough the bark
moss and mud muster up to raise my boots
while so much breeze wants me down
I want to lay me down, too
in the cold moist silt and sod
shiver a humming hungry goodbye
there is a certain atmosphere surrounding people like him. like they are willing to do anything. anything it takes to get what they want – what they need. what they desire with a burning passion.
She turned up her hole cards and revealed the straight flush. Her husband glared at her from behind his dwindling pile of chips. “That’s the tenth hand you’ve won in a row,” he said. “Lucky.” She wondered if he thought she was doing it on purpose; willfully destroying him.
It was her willful spirit that kept her plugging on in hopeful abandon that she would one day find man to dearly love her.
no one ever told me to do it. I guess I always just kind of went with it. I’m not saying it didn’t scare me. of course it fucking did. if I’m being honest, almost everything scares me. but there gets to be a point where you have to just do shit, even thought it scares the fuck out of you. that’s how you become a man.
i am willful that i will make something out of what i thought was a mediocre life. life is only mediocre if you let it become such. never give up. never lose sight of what could be just because it has not happened yet. keep trying. always.
Desire pouring down your chin and off your shirt
To think, to do, to drive off cliffs with breathless want
Willful abandon – to be a person – mortal intelligence
To think, to stop, to land in a desk chair with back pain and boredom
Fear clammy on your cancer sunburnt skin
Willful and wonderful and wild, that he is.
As prosecutor in this case I wish to establish that not only did the Defendent, Mr. Smith, kill his neighbor’s pomeranian life companion but that he did so willfully and with extreme hatred! That he grabbed that puppy by the leash, and spun him around like a pinwheel before launching him what you’ll come to find out was nearly half a mile (thanks in no small part to a perfectly aerodynamic doggy haircut).
Was I willful? I do not know; all I can remember is the blood and the chemical smell as it tinged the air, and the look upon his face as he realised that he’d never walk again. But did I want to do it? No, I don’t think that I did. There was an inexorable urge within me, and that was something that I couldn’t resist.
It made sense to Callie, who was willful even in her most gentle moments, that the turtle should be stomped out of existence: it was a red demon, with stripes, as was every turtle a god that man had imagined. God or demon. It did not matter or make a difference. And only she understood, saw it. We were pitiful and easily deceived. And so it fell to her, saw in hand, to step first her boot into the sucking mud the rain had created along the edge of the parking lot.
I don’t do things on purpose. They just end up happening, by forces I don’t understand. It’s not willful. It just is. I tell people things I don’t mean to, and go places I wasn’t planning to, and talk to people I thought I was too afraid to approach. The only problem is how badly things always end.
He was a willful child, they said, but his mother shrugged it off without much thought. Much better to have a child with a strong sense of independence, with thoughts and opinions of his own than a meek and subservient creature who didn’t question the established order of things. He would grow up to do great things, she knew, and was not about to stifle his willful nature.
Willful Walt was wantonly wicked while wimpy Willie was woefully weak. Wendy wondered why.
WILLFUL SLUT HOW MANY WANKS HAVE I WASTED
We do things sometimes, that are not right or justified, however when we engage in willful conduct that is unbecoming of the position that we upheld, then we must be satisfied with whatever punishment that is melted out to us.
those lips quirked
in silent defiance
as a thousand thoughts
tangled around in your head
a roll of the eyes,
lingering one second too long,
not falling for the rules (just this once, oh
just this once)
brushing against his fingers in the hall,
or staring, wide-eyed, at the shape of his laughter.
they know what you see,
and you know how you’ll (you would) wither up
under their scrutiny,
but you don’t care.
pathetic in hindsight
but hey,
we’ve all got to start somewhere,
right?
He’s so demanding for a child. Four years old, and dragging his mother by the hand down the street. I watch my sister try to tell him no as he points to a shop window, but he stares her down, steely blue eyes that seem impossible in the head of someone so young. She rolls her eyes at him, and lets him guide her into the spinning door. I sigh. Well, at least his uncles are more stern with him.
you full of the will to do something, a person can be willful if they have a positive mental attitude that something can be done.
Wilful negligence, they called it.
Murder I said. But no one listened.
It’s murder when you decide to kill someone and then do so, isn’t it? Not negligence, wilful or otherwise. You leave a bare electrical cable lying in the corridor you know the victim walks through every day. You know the roof of the corridor leaks. You know the victim is short-sighted. You pull the fuse from the lighting circuit by mistake and leave the cable live and close to the rapidly growing puddle on the floor.
What did you think would happen?
Wilful negligence. Disregard for the life and safety of others. Bad boy. Naughty boy. Don’t do it again.
You probably would have got away with it if it wasn’t for me.
And the punishment should fit the crime.
Is anything we do unwillful? An underlying motive, bubbling away under every action. Willful. Desire, passion, love and anger. Willful. Always an element of willed control.
I was walking one day and a boy said to me i looked pretty. Actually this never happens and i just wish someone would.
I’m a rather sad chappy, not great in the looks department either. But i take each day and try to smile.
There wasn’t much time left to just hang around. Checking their watches and making sure they synchronised, their steadfast movement towards the exit was almost willful in nature. Their shoulders were back, heads up and they marched out, as simple as that.
she was a naughty wilful girl who always wanted the way she wanted it to be,
She threw tandrums whenever she could not get it.
As wilful as she was, her stubbornness happnend to waver one day when…
i am willful of my life its my life and i just love it wid all my heart, i will make it worth living and awesome by doing some thing great for human race and in the god’s name
Grif was willful, and Donut actually admired that. Too bad he wasn’t so stubborn on getting to know the younger man.
Donut had thought of Grif as more of a big brother than a coworker or even a lover, despite his double entendres. Simmons, on the other hand…
Maybe he was willful himself. Simmons would be his.
Being willful is a state of mind rather than a characteristic, it is the ability to be usefull in many situations when others find themselves useless. It is ambition, it is drive, it is strength of character.
Willful, what does it mean really. Is it have the power to do what you want or need, or is that just my imagination talking. How does it work? Where does it happen? Why do we accept it? I could cry really, just trying to wrap my head around the concept.It’s pathetic to visualize, but honestly, why do we need to be willful.
He was so stubborn. That, I knew all too well. How can a young man be so willful? It’s just frustrating. He does what he wants, and if you don’t like, then too bad.
Will is what drives us into being. not thinking, doing. To be willful is to live, to survive. Without will, we would be like stones. Sinking into the depths of the harsh cold ocean of life.
To be willful is to flourish and grow.
I don’t ever feel willful enough. I plan on being more so. I don’t even know if such a thing as free will exists- maybe in meditation. The point is though, is that, I need to have passion. Which stems from will and drive. That’s all I have to say about the word willful, because well, I’m still not sure if it’s even an emotion I have control over.
Willful, is how she described herself. Stubborn is what others called her.
giving everything to you until there is nothing left to give. you always still want more from me. so i try to give give give
but i am running empty and i cannot give you what you want to receive from my heart or my mind
words wont come
to sad to be hung strung out
like a line cast into the sea
the worthless wind down
and whys and whens and whynots
willful dismissal of wanting
distractions and depression
make a bad impression
tonight tomorrow and forever
when will it come back?
Willful could be my middle name. It’s not always to my benefit, but it’s been helpful more times than it has not. And that’s what counts.