Burning within you. It is hatred. It is pain and horror. For revenge. It is unforgivable and undeniably painful.
Nikki
Oh, I won’t forget you.
I remember.
I remember everything.
I remember everything that you did.
Everything.
Don’t deny it now,
it’s time to face your sins.
You’re out of chances.
they say it is the powerful, the dominant and the fearless who posses wrath. i disagree with this, it is the vulnerable, the fallen and the broken whom are filled with wrath, we all have wrath inside us-its how we deal with it that defines who we are and separates one human from another.
backintowonderland
God’s. A good name for a band. A healthy sandwich made by someone with a lisp. Rhymes with bath. Um… anger?
Bella
There is nothing worse than the wrath of a woman scored. Isn’t it true though? Woman can be more wrathful than the most vengeful warlord. We can only hold it in for a small amount of time before it just come to a head. In a way that’s much better than holding it in. Don’t score us and you’ll be fine.
Alyssa
I felt the anger overcome me, seeing Jamie with Ted. They were kissing behind the school and I was immediately wracked with jealousy, wanting to go into a rampage and hurt possibly everyone knew me. It burned my veins, messed up my head, and I wasn’t myself. I approached the laughing pair and ripped Jamie away from TEd, demanding to know what was going on. Are you cheating on me? I asked. They denied anything was happening, but I had seen everything.
Kel
Wrath. An inferno of one person. A diatribe of opression, with no end. When one has a wrath, they have truly reached a point of authority, even if only in their own mind.
a
wrath always consumes the innocent people, they say it means you are brave or fearless or strong but the truly vulnerable ones get caught up in the pain that is wrath
wonderlandgrl
Like the Grapes of Wrath. That book we read before senior year. That I hated. Everyone hated. But we read it, because we were good kids. Long days in the hammock under the trees, where I spent more time looking at how the sun fell on the grass than at the words on the page. Summer. Thats what I remember about that book.
Maddy
is pain in deep sorrow. like a river it streams to the depths of my heart where i am forced to sing. sing of things unseen. a voice not heard. from here do i call. love thats all
Janonymous
i enjoy plaing world o warcraft. Wrath of the Lich King was my favorite expansion so fra, as it opened up Death Knights. I started a death knight when I first got the expansion and had gotten him to 58 even before the trial was up. I was at 80 by the time ICC came out and I started the whole thing. I’m high as shit and don’t really understand half of what I’m typing so i’m really sorry to whoever read’s this. I hope you enjoy this.
Poop Balls McGee
On days like today the world ends for some. Rage. Forever stretched out. We are human, we are flawed, not a one of us is saved from sin. Not one. Tormented, hopeful but it’s futile.
Carrie
wrath is like anger, right? it reminds me of storms, liek the wrath of the sotrms, unleashing all their rain on the land. and also it reminds me of wraith. like in lord of the rings, those were some wrathful wraiths. they must’ve been pretty upset about losing their ring.
kayla
anger coulds storms… storms can be wrathful, can’t they? is that even a word? it reminds me of wraith too. like in lord of the rings. man, those are some wrathful wraiths. they must really want their ring.
kayla
wrath is mean and hateful. Fire-like anger that has no mercy. I am lucky to have never felt anger to this extent before.
Wrath, I hope, is something you will never expierience my dear, for it takes every rational part of you away and makes you do crazy things. It will change you forever, this wrath. It takes ahold of you. I have been a victim of this malicious bitch. So, believe me when I say, stay away from it.
Ana
wrath is what makes the world so bad. not only do people act upon their bad feelings, but they make it just so wrong. wrath is all about hatred. i’ll have none of that. rather, love is what needs to happen. because without love, we are nothing.
Matthias Meckes
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. You would not want to face her wrath. The thing of beauty that you admired up close and from afar morphs into something dreadful, fearful and inhuman. You can see her breasts heave and her fists clench as you cringe.
Carrie
grapes of wrath? i don’t know what the fuck wrath means, but it somehow reminds me of a mummy, in egypt. HISTORICCAAALLLL BITCHES!
K
It was about vengeance. Her eyes flashed and one could see the bloodlust gaining. He felt her wrath. She did nothing but smile.
mickeydubs
I like wrath i think it sounds like a cruel word and then thing is that today is rapture day and i think it is a cruel day but i think that the rapture is bullshit because i am still sitting here and it is 7 o clock it is bullshit that i am still alive and i think that we shoudl all be dead because then everyone can quit complaining about the end of the world and if we all die at the same time then who the fuck cares about when we die and nobody will have to grieve and honestly i think that would be th ebest way to go, everyone together.
kara
Fire flicker at the background,
the red cow with his twisted face glared at the newcomers
Where do you come from and what do you want
he demand an answer
the wrath of the world and what you have done.
Their wrath was legendary, but at the same time it was akin to a bright bonfire that would only last for hours, and then die as rapidly as it came. Sometimes entire legions seemed to give in to pure wrath after a particularly horrible slaughter elsewhere, and other times the legions were cheerfully going at it again. It was incredible to see, from an observer’s point of view. Of course, this may sound terribly crude, but I truly did consider myself as an observer in this civil war of theirs.
Ha ha, today was the Rapture. We all felt the true meaning of wrath, didn’t we? It’s so interesting when people who don’t have all the information pretend that they do . . . wonder how Harold Camping is enjoying his second Rapture.
The wrath of a naked eye, with the drops of liquid emotion spilling out incites fear never known before. The truth is made bare.
Christa Schaller
I always feel that my dreams bring an unnamed emotion from inside of me…wrath. I feel so consumed that it scares me, not even that, but it is not even my own emotion that I am feeling.
Emry
A storm upon the seas. Lashing against the hulls of the ships unfortunate to become caught in the relentless grip. The tightly bunched and heavily laden clouds. The flashes and the bangs. It was as though the gods of the sea had turned their wrath upon the innocent sailor men.
Fury over an incident. Incurring anger . Passion. Fiery consequences. Extreme anger.
Out of control occurrence of nature.
Cecelia
She looked out over the harbor, waiting. Each glimpse of a metallic glimmer that shuddered out of the corner of her eye made her wish she had never met him. If she only knew his true wrath, and what he could do to her.
Of Khan, Grapes…what a diverse spectrum…from pop culture to inspiration. Not a word I use in my everyday la age…has it been taken over by less evocative words? Earth says more that angry, it says style and anger…it has depth…and implies a rich history or conflict.
Wendy Connors-Beckett
i hate you so much i can barely breathe every time that i see you, and her next to you looking so smug. so smug, in fact that when she wore that tshirt with a bicycle on i couldn’t concentrate on the meeting, just sitting there thinkg “how apt” all the time. and sadly, you’ll never feel my wrath.
Emma Jane
It was meant for me. By my very definition. But I’ve been passed over, vindicated and redeemed. The chance for redemption is there for anyone who chooses.
Ryan
,envy, and the other seven sins. Evil. But evil is but a figment of the imagination. Evil is made by man.
Samantha
he conjured up his wrath. It consumed him. The feeling, the anger, the power. Never knowing when it was going to explode from within him. But even worse, not knowing the effect it will have on the people that worship him. The people who watch his every move. The ones who follow him with their eyes full of inspiration, and later deception.
Alex Kapo :)
Wrath is a word based on fear. I don’t see the point in punishing for the sake of punishment, but I do think God/universe would allow whatever we needed to come to us in order to make us ALIVE. Fear is death. Love is life.
Robin
Oh my god the wrath of Eleanor! there is no woman that has grip like this 100 lb 89 year old woman. When she tells me, “I got to go pee!” her fingers are digging to hard into my arm I am sure the bones hurt.
the pain of the misery. The place that scares you. One person taking control, removing your power and making you feel small and incompetent. Not a good feeling. Something to avoid and a poetry of horror. Wrath.
Charlotte
Teething wild fire,
Seething
Just below the
Fragile veneer
Of refracted light
Spinning; yellow, blue
Then red.
Penguins are wrathful creatures. They are so mean. One of them called my mama fat the other day (by the way, she is not fat). They bully other hapless creatures. PRobably because they’re mad because they can’t fly, like other respectable birds.
Nerdyplatypus
I had never felt the emotion before. But after my brother used the occasion of Martha’s terminal illness to score hit points against me and with my mother, I experienced a welling up inside me that I had never known before, and a desire to see the tables turned, and the situation corrected.
Burning within you. It is hatred. It is pain and horror. For revenge. It is unforgivable and undeniably painful.
Oh, I won’t forget you.
I remember.
I remember everything.
I remember everything that you did.
Everything.
Don’t deny it now,
it’s time to face your sins.
You’re out of chances.
they say it is the powerful, the dominant and the fearless who posses wrath. i disagree with this, it is the vulnerable, the fallen and the broken whom are filled with wrath, we all have wrath inside us-its how we deal with it that defines who we are and separates one human from another.
God’s. A good name for a band. A healthy sandwich made by someone with a lisp. Rhymes with bath. Um… anger?
There is nothing worse than the wrath of a woman scored. Isn’t it true though? Woman can be more wrathful than the most vengeful warlord. We can only hold it in for a small amount of time before it just come to a head. In a way that’s much better than holding it in. Don’t score us and you’ll be fine.
I felt the anger overcome me, seeing Jamie with Ted. They were kissing behind the school and I was immediately wracked with jealousy, wanting to go into a rampage and hurt possibly everyone knew me. It burned my veins, messed up my head, and I wasn’t myself. I approached the laughing pair and ripped Jamie away from TEd, demanding to know what was going on. Are you cheating on me? I asked. They denied anything was happening, but I had seen everything.
Wrath. An inferno of one person. A diatribe of opression, with no end. When one has a wrath, they have truly reached a point of authority, even if only in their own mind.
wrath always consumes the innocent people, they say it means you are brave or fearless or strong but the truly vulnerable ones get caught up in the pain that is wrath
Like the Grapes of Wrath. That book we read before senior year. That I hated. Everyone hated. But we read it, because we were good kids. Long days in the hammock under the trees, where I spent more time looking at how the sun fell on the grass than at the words on the page. Summer. Thats what I remember about that book.
is pain in deep sorrow. like a river it streams to the depths of my heart where i am forced to sing. sing of things unseen. a voice not heard. from here do i call. love thats all
i enjoy plaing world o warcraft. Wrath of the Lich King was my favorite expansion so fra, as it opened up Death Knights. I started a death knight when I first got the expansion and had gotten him to 58 even before the trial was up. I was at 80 by the time ICC came out and I started the whole thing. I’m high as shit and don’t really understand half of what I’m typing so i’m really sorry to whoever read’s this. I hope you enjoy this.
On days like today the world ends for some. Rage. Forever stretched out. We are human, we are flawed, not a one of us is saved from sin. Not one. Tormented, hopeful but it’s futile.
wrath is like anger, right? it reminds me of storms, liek the wrath of the sotrms, unleashing all their rain on the land. and also it reminds me of wraith. like in lord of the rings, those were some wrathful wraiths. they must’ve been pretty upset about losing their ring.
anger coulds storms… storms can be wrathful, can’t they? is that even a word? it reminds me of wraith too. like in lord of the rings. man, those are some wrathful wraiths. they must really want their ring.
wrath is mean and hateful. Fire-like anger that has no mercy. I am lucky to have never felt anger to this extent before.
Wrath, I hope, is something you will never expierience my dear, for it takes every rational part of you away and makes you do crazy things. It will change you forever, this wrath. It takes ahold of you. I have been a victim of this malicious bitch. So, believe me when I say, stay away from it.
wrath is what makes the world so bad. not only do people act upon their bad feelings, but they make it just so wrong. wrath is all about hatred. i’ll have none of that. rather, love is what needs to happen. because without love, we are nothing.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. You would not want to face her wrath. The thing of beauty that you admired up close and from afar morphs into something dreadful, fearful and inhuman. You can see her breasts heave and her fists clench as you cringe.
grapes of wrath? i don’t know what the fuck wrath means, but it somehow reminds me of a mummy, in egypt. HISTORICCAAALLLL BITCHES!
It was about vengeance. Her eyes flashed and one could see the bloodlust gaining. He felt her wrath. She did nothing but smile.
I like wrath i think it sounds like a cruel word and then thing is that today is rapture day and i think it is a cruel day but i think that the rapture is bullshit because i am still sitting here and it is 7 o clock it is bullshit that i am still alive and i think that we shoudl all be dead because then everyone can quit complaining about the end of the world and if we all die at the same time then who the fuck cares about when we die and nobody will have to grieve and honestly i think that would be th ebest way to go, everyone together.
Fire flicker at the background,
the red cow with his twisted face glared at the newcomers
Where do you come from and what do you want
he demand an answer
the wrath of the world and what you have done.
Their wrath was legendary, but at the same time it was akin to a bright bonfire that would only last for hours, and then die as rapidly as it came. Sometimes entire legions seemed to give in to pure wrath after a particularly horrible slaughter elsewhere, and other times the legions were cheerfully going at it again. It was incredible to see, from an observer’s point of view. Of course, this may sound terribly crude, but I truly did consider myself as an observer in this civil war of theirs.
Ha ha, today was the Rapture. We all felt the true meaning of wrath, didn’t we? It’s so interesting when people who don’t have all the information pretend that they do . . . wonder how Harold Camping is enjoying his second Rapture.
The wrath of a naked eye, with the drops of liquid emotion spilling out incites fear never known before. The truth is made bare.
I always feel that my dreams bring an unnamed emotion from inside of me…wrath. I feel so consumed that it scares me, not even that, but it is not even my own emotion that I am feeling.
A storm upon the seas. Lashing against the hulls of the ships unfortunate to become caught in the relentless grip. The tightly bunched and heavily laden clouds. The flashes and the bangs. It was as though the gods of the sea had turned their wrath upon the innocent sailor men.
Fury over an incident. Incurring anger . Passion. Fiery consequences. Extreme anger.
Out of control occurrence of nature.
She looked out over the harbor, waiting. Each glimpse of a metallic glimmer that shuddered out of the corner of her eye made her wish she had never met him. If she only knew his true wrath, and what he could do to her.
Of Khan, Grapes…what a diverse spectrum…from pop culture to inspiration. Not a word I use in my everyday la age…has it been taken over by less evocative words? Earth says more that angry, it says style and anger…it has depth…and implies a rich history or conflict.
i hate you so much i can barely breathe every time that i see you, and her next to you looking so smug. so smug, in fact that when she wore that tshirt with a bicycle on i couldn’t concentrate on the meeting, just sitting there thinkg “how apt” all the time. and sadly, you’ll never feel my wrath.
It was meant for me. By my very definition. But I’ve been passed over, vindicated and redeemed. The chance for redemption is there for anyone who chooses.
,envy, and the other seven sins. Evil. But evil is but a figment of the imagination. Evil is made by man.
he conjured up his wrath. It consumed him. The feeling, the anger, the power. Never knowing when it was going to explode from within him. But even worse, not knowing the effect it will have on the people that worship him. The people who watch his every move. The ones who follow him with their eyes full of inspiration, and later deception.
Wrath is a word based on fear. I don’t see the point in punishing for the sake of punishment, but I do think God/universe would allow whatever we needed to come to us in order to make us ALIVE. Fear is death. Love is life.
Oh my god the wrath of Eleanor! there is no woman that has grip like this 100 lb 89 year old woman. When she tells me, “I got to go pee!” her fingers are digging to hard into my arm I am sure the bones hurt.
the pain of the misery. The place that scares you. One person taking control, removing your power and making you feel small and incompetent. Not a good feeling. Something to avoid and a poetry of horror. Wrath.
Teething wild fire,
Seething
Just below the
Fragile veneer
Of refracted light
Spinning; yellow, blue
Then red.
Penguins are wrathful creatures. They are so mean. One of them called my mama fat the other day (by the way, she is not fat). They bully other hapless creatures. PRobably because they’re mad because they can’t fly, like other respectable birds.
I had never felt the emotion before. But after my brother used the occasion of Martha’s terminal illness to score hit points against me and with my mother, I experienced a welling up inside me that I had never known before, and a desire to see the tables turned, and the situation corrected.
He will feel my wrath.