Look at what God has wrought! What has he put in your hands and what are you doing with it? How are you using it to help somebody else?
Jacqui
Veins popped out as she screeched.With the wrought of the man she once loved,
Still loves.
Because being beaten is a malicious cycle that the two complete. Without one or the other there isn’t any drive to move on.
Wrought with pain.
Again.
I really cannot imagine what it is that draws me to this place, as execrable as it makes me feel.
Twisted.
Why?
Well, that is something of an asinine question.
I know precisely why it is that this location has such effects upon me.
Wrought with troubles, she balled up in her bed, lying on her left side. She pulled the covers over her body, hiding from the day, the morning, time passing. Eventuality will force her to face her worries eventually, but for now she cowers in herself.
He was that it wasn’t quite what he expected, but then he had come in wanting to know what this place was. The whole room seem to be decorated with was whimsy, wrought with emotional triggers until they seemed to be dripping from the walls. Fluorescent colours dabbed adn sprayed on randomly in the background were littered with ramdom sprays of glitter. The floor was soft and spongy, iike walking across a giant slice of fairy bread.
Their faces were wrought with worry,
When Willard announced he would writhe on the wind.
What if you won’t float? They asked.
With a whispery laugh, he answered:
That’s the game.
And I intend to win.
She’d spent hours reworking it, and days dreaming about how it could be perfected. They gave her an award, called it ‘groundbreaking’. When she got home, she put the plaque down, and cried. Her best work would never bring happiness. It could only be wrought from pain.
what hath we? We gazed out on the devastated plain stretched out before us. the barren trees, parched land pocked with orange puddles. we will never be forgiven.
I know that people change when they get into a relationship sometimes, I know that. But I’ve never seen it happen like this, and I never thought it would happen to her. She was always the life and soul of the part, the loud, confident one. She was popular and fun and now… now she’s quiet and shy and never sees her friends. He’s changing her, I think he’s doing it on purpose, he’s wearing her down. It’s like he’s beating the life and soul out of her.
The fence looked out of place standing alone at the end of the row of townhouses. She wondered what kind of people lived there, relics from another time, fitting the house, but not the neighborhood. She searched frantically for a glimpse, but the bus pulled away and she was left with only guesses.
The world was wrought with danger. Everything she used, looked at, touched could potentially hurt her and that scared her more than anything. Everyday she noticed this danger more until she became just a nervous, nervous girl hiding and living in an empty room.
Wrought iron takes a hard, seemingly unbendable piece of metal and makes it into a thing of beauty. Curves and twists, shaped by heat and force and the seat of the artist, transforming the ordinary and utilitarian into something more, a piece of beauty and design.
I am wrought with depression. My life feels stale and stagnant. I have no goals, no plans, no purpose. Disappointment follows my every move and I tear up if I think about my plight. How do I change the way I feel? How do I change a bad attitude?
Wrought. Distraught. None of it’s good, reflecting on it now. Our language is so limited. Words don’t always break silence between people, hardly ever in fact.
She didn’t know what it meant. He said it a whole lot, she noticed. She also noticed how his cheeks were puffed and how his nose twitched right before he nedded to sneeze. All because of the word wrought.
The wrought iron chair was the only thing left. In it sat memories of his childhood, and dreams of his future.
Vijayalakshmi
There was a broken spur of corroded metal from the wrought iron fence clutched in his hand. It looked like it was about to crumble away in his fist if he squeezed to hard, but as far as impromptu weapons went, it would do.
This feeling you give me when I impatiently wait for you to answer my messages. Congratulations!
A
Candice looked up at the huge wrough iron fence before her. “Am i really doing this?” she thought out loud. “Doing what?” A voice asked from behind. Startled Candice turned around to be face to face with Ben. Her fiance. She smiled and kissed him gently.
Ciara
He had been wrought, the son of a wicked blacksmith, words and promises her forge. He was a blade, sharper than the sin that birthed him. He did what he was told, cut who he was told, hurt who he was told. And he liked it.
Thomas B
It appeared to come onto me like the fires of a god damned by his father. The olive branch tore itself from its own wreath to be brought to this father. He thought his son shame. He wished onto him the misery of a foreign man who loses his daughter on a trip to celebrate her youth and her progression. May you lose yourself.
Orion O'Neill
“cmon, write something about wrought”
“what does it even mean?”
“uh, tiredness?”
“overspent, useless, forgotten?”
“how long til the time runs out and the the thing that used to mean so much has turned to dust?”
sarahsarahsarah
I couldn’t think of anything else to give her. My advice was not enough and money wouldn’t do her any good. Her situation was hopeless but she brought it upon herself. She needed to leave and face him but she stayed and drank all my wine instead.
I do not even know exactly what this word means. Wrought could mean several things to me. is it where you turn and turn a dilemma over and over in your head? or when you squeeze a towel and twist all the water out? next time one word, use words I actually know.
melissa
after the wrought,
beating my body
through sad eyes,
broken scales, and
distancing myself,
diagnoses comes.
it comes right over your head,
follows your blood up the tornequet
pumps back into your dying heart.
spreads throughout the room like waiting for the catch,
a catch that will never come.
I feel like writing thoughts that are not overwrought. Novel time with a dash of The Besnard Lakes. Perhaps, or maybe another album more appropriate for my mood. Disasters are fires of another breed, and that’s not really what I’m aiming for today.
I am wrought by this world, shaped and molded, what i have become is only slightly by choice. I wouldn’t change a thing because my creator is beautiful, my creator, the world.
But then came the trial, where she tried to explain to people the effect he had wrought over her all those years. It was difficult, not only because she had to remember, and relive, a lot of bad memories, but because she had no idea of how her life should have been, as she was only now really beginning to live as she wanted.
tonykeyesjapan
laying on the floor, drenched in sweat. crying from the depths of her soul, she can’t face another day in this hell of a life. absolutely wrought with angst, drowning in doubt, the agony is more than she can bear. what comes next for one such as her?
amy
I was wrought with iron rage. The iron kept burning my hands as I tried to iron my shirt. I hate doing the sleeves. My wife always does them better. Since the accident I haven’t had the use of my right arm. The phantom pain keeps my eyes focused and wrought with dread.
Overwrought. I was wrought with fright. I’m not sure I know what wrought means..
The woman was overwrought when she found out her husband had been killed. That’s pretty depressing.
Look at what God has wrought! What has he put in your hands and what are you doing with it? How are you using it to help somebody else?
Veins popped out as she screeched.With the wrought of the man she once loved,
Still loves.
Because being beaten is a malicious cycle that the two complete. Without one or the other there isn’t any drive to move on.
Wrought with pain.
Again.
I really cannot imagine what it is that draws me to this place, as execrable as it makes me feel.
Twisted.
Why?
Well, that is something of an asinine question.
I know precisely why it is that this location has such effects upon me.
Wrought with troubles, she balled up in her bed, lying on her left side. She pulled the covers over her body, hiding from the day, the morning, time passing. Eventuality will force her to face her worries eventually, but for now she cowers in herself.
He was that it wasn’t quite what he expected, but then he had come in wanting to know what this place was. The whole room seem to be decorated with was whimsy, wrought with emotional triggers until they seemed to be dripping from the walls. Fluorescent colours dabbed adn sprayed on randomly in the background were littered with ramdom sprays of glitter. The floor was soft and spongy, iike walking across a giant slice of fairy bread.
“What hath God wrought?” the preacher shouted, and she wondered if Bible-speak always had to be delivered at top volume.
Their faces were wrought with worry,
When Willard announced he would writhe on the wind.
What if you won’t float? They asked.
With a whispery laugh, he answered:
That’s the game.
And I intend to win.
She’d spent hours reworking it, and days dreaming about how it could be perfected. They gave her an award, called it ‘groundbreaking’. When she got home, she put the plaque down, and cried. Her best work would never bring happiness. It could only be wrought from pain.
what hath we? We gazed out on the devastated plain stretched out before us. the barren trees, parched land pocked with orange puddles. we will never be forgiven.
I know that people change when they get into a relationship sometimes, I know that. But I’ve never seen it happen like this, and I never thought it would happen to her. She was always the life and soul of the part, the loud, confident one. She was popular and fun and now… now she’s quiet and shy and never sees her friends. He’s changing her, I think he’s doing it on purpose, he’s wearing her down. It’s like he’s beating the life and soul out of her.
The fence looked out of place standing alone at the end of the row of townhouses. She wondered what kind of people lived there, relics from another time, fitting the house, but not the neighborhood. She searched frantically for a glimpse, but the bus pulled away and she was left with only guesses.
The world was wrought with danger. Everything she used, looked at, touched could potentially hurt her and that scared her more than anything. Everyday she noticed this danger more until she became just a nervous, nervous girl hiding and living in an empty room.
Wrought iron takes a hard, seemingly unbendable piece of metal and makes it into a thing of beauty. Curves and twists, shaped by heat and force and the seat of the artist, transforming the ordinary and utilitarian into something more, a piece of beauty and design.
I am wrought with depression. My life feels stale and stagnant. I have no goals, no plans, no purpose. Disappointment follows my every move and I tear up if I think about my plight. How do I change the way I feel? How do I change a bad attitude?
glamdring wrought by elf
said dwarf king on the shelf
heartstring wrought by oneself
to cling on the other shelf
Wrought. Distraught. None of it’s good, reflecting on it now. Our language is so limited. Words don’t always break silence between people, hardly ever in fact.
She didn’t know what it meant. He said it a whole lot, she noticed. She also noticed how his cheeks were puffed and how his nose twitched right before he nedded to sneeze. All because of the word wrought.
Our souls will never crush. We may get beaten up a number of times, but we will rise up and live every time. Every time.
The wrought iron chair was the only thing left. In it sat memories of his childhood, and dreams of his future.
There was a broken spur of corroded metal from the wrought iron fence clutched in his hand. It looked like it was about to crumble away in his fist if he squeezed to hard, but as far as impromptu weapons went, it would do.
This feeling you give me when I impatiently wait for you to answer my messages. Congratulations!
Candice looked up at the huge wrough iron fence before her. “Am i really doing this?” she thought out loud. “Doing what?” A voice asked from behind. Startled Candice turned around to be face to face with Ben. Her fiance. She smiled and kissed him gently.
He had been wrought, the son of a wicked blacksmith, words and promises her forge. He was a blade, sharper than the sin that birthed him. He did what he was told, cut who he was told, hurt who he was told. And he liked it.
It appeared to come onto me like the fires of a god damned by his father. The olive branch tore itself from its own wreath to be brought to this father. He thought his son shame. He wished onto him the misery of a foreign man who loses his daughter on a trip to celebrate her youth and her progression. May you lose yourself.
“cmon, write something about wrought”
“what does it even mean?”
“uh, tiredness?”
“overspent, useless, forgotten?”
“how long til the time runs out and the the thing that used to mean so much has turned to dust?”
I couldn’t think of anything else to give her. My advice was not enough and money wouldn’t do her any good. Her situation was hopeless but she brought it upon herself. She needed to leave and face him but she stayed and drank all my wine instead.
iron
an iron fist
beating, beaten
misshaped
perfectly
listen follow
I do not even know exactly what this word means. Wrought could mean several things to me. is it where you turn and turn a dilemma over and over in your head? or when you squeeze a towel and twist all the water out? next time one word, use words I actually know.
after the wrought,
beating my body
through sad eyes,
broken scales, and
distancing myself,
diagnoses comes.
it comes right over your head,
follows your blood up the tornequet
pumps back into your dying heart.
spreads throughout the room like waiting for the catch,
a catch that will never come.
The smith pounded the orange hot metal again and again and again.
finally my failures have wrought my downfall.
I feel like writing thoughts that are not overwrought. Novel time with a dash of The Besnard Lakes. Perhaps, or maybe another album more appropriate for my mood. Disasters are fires of another breed, and that’s not really what I’m aiming for today.
I am wrought by this world, shaped and molded, what i have become is only slightly by choice. I wouldn’t change a thing because my creator is beautiful, my creator, the world.
But then came the trial, where she tried to explain to people the effect he had wrought over her all those years. It was difficult, not only because she had to remember, and relive, a lot of bad memories, but because she had no idea of how her life should have been, as she was only now really beginning to live as she wanted.
laying on the floor, drenched in sweat. crying from the depths of her soul, she can’t face another day in this hell of a life. absolutely wrought with angst, drowning in doubt, the agony is more than she can bear. what comes next for one such as her?
I was wrought with iron rage. The iron kept burning my hands as I tried to iron my shirt. I hate doing the sleeves. My wife always does them better. Since the accident I haven’t had the use of my right arm. The phantom pain keeps my eyes focused and wrought with dread.
hi
Wrought is the word Diana has no clue of the meaning just guessing and not looking. I look and remember Diana is only 2 ._.
What has been wrought by men through the course of time? Buildings great, works creative and
Overwrought. I was wrought with fright. I’m not sure I know what wrought means..
The woman was overwrought when she found out her husband had been killed. That’s pretty depressing.