at the corner of my eyes, you can see tears..
at the corner of my room you can see me…
at the corner of my heart, there’s still you…
at the corner of the world, I’m waiting for you….
a short emo poem?? hahhaa.. I haven’t write for a while and I think this oneword thing can help me forcing ideas come out from my head…
i was sitting in a corner and was quite upset.i did not want to talj to anyone because daddy had scolded me.mummy was busy in the kitchen and bhaiya was out for school but didi came to talk to me and quitened me
She sat in the corner all alone. It was hard to be like this, alone, scared, trapped, not physically, but mentally, unable to get out of her own little corner. One wall was school, one was her parents, and it was there that she was trapped. Can she ever get out? I want her too, so badly… but I doubt she ever will.
one night after driver’s ed i stood on the corner waiting for my mom to pick me up and a police man stopped me and said, “miss, are you waiting for someone?” confused i told him yes, and finally after a long pause he told me to not stand on the corner. i began to ask why and suddenly realized my short shorts and location. goodness.
to hide in, hide around, unexpected something lurking, one last step to reveal…..the street, the surprise, the ambush, no where else to back up or hide in. 90 degrees of nowhere to go.
So many memories flood my mind upon seeing that corner. I can’t decide if I want to smile or cry. That corner upon Kings Street, where we shared our first kiss and where we said our first and last goodbye.
There is a spider living in the corner. Somehow, she gets enough to eat, even though she’s inside a house with new and well-sealed windows. She gets so much to eat, in fact, that she’s made two large egg cases–a bit larger than a chickpea, I’d say. Sometime, these egg cases will split open, and the dozens of tiny spiders inside will spill out and fill the house. But I can’t imagine there is enough for all of them to eat.
Corner. The first thing that comes to mind when I hear this word is the thought that if you are depressed, you go sit in a corner by yourself. I guess that’s relevant to my life at the moment. I have spent quite a bit of time in the corner of my room, feeling depressed. It makes me wonder, though, where that thought came from. Why are corners so negative?
I sat in the corner, not knowing what to do or what to think. What had i done, there was no way out, no escape. It was just done. I tried to make myself move, with every inch of my being, i tried, but his cold eyes stared at me and I just could not understand where it had gone wrong.
there once was a corner where i stood. I stood there to hide from the rest of the world. I was ashamed of myself. This corner made me feel better. It was dark and closed off. It allowed me to hide myself from my regrets and mistakes. I love this corner.
and here we go..into the corner. I love corners. Where many things can meet and be stuck without any chance to filter back into the realm of reality. Not saying that corners aren’t real, but when you meet at one, there are always other options to go. Direction lies within the fate of all individuals.
He stood in the corner of the room, watching the happenings in front of him with sadness in his eyes. Although, it was not seen by a single person. Walking up to the woman in white who was standing in the middle of the room he gave a nod, “Congratulations Mrs. Suoh. I wish you the greatest happiness.”
He longed to see himself in his friend’s place, to feel the warmth of the girl in front of him directed at him. But alas, he had stepped back for his friend in this race and he must respect that.
just around the corner. that is where my baby is. i will get to see him when i turn it. wil i ever turn it. the corner seems to be forever away. it is separating me from my baby. if only we were a straight line apart. then i would have a visual. or maybe if we were turning a corner together. we are good at turning corners together.
The further point in any one place; people hide there, stand there, meet there, talk there. Children are sent there. Sofas and tables are placed there. Without corners, there would be walls, closure or boxes. And everyone needs a box.
Maybe it’s the size of every single bedroom I’ve had or the Feng shui of all of them, but I’ve never been able to place my bed in any place other than the farthest corner from the door. In reality though, I know it’s because I’ve never made that bed-placement decision with anyone who was going to watch over the other side.
The corner was much more dusty and foul-smelling than I had imagined. Hesitantly, I sat down with distaste. The stool was too small to contain my massive bottom, but I pretended not to notice.
After being teased by the nagging Hitachiin twins, Tamaki retreated to his solemn corner of woe. Tamaki couldn’t stand when they made fun of his mind theater, so his only choice was to sit in his corner of woe and pout. Once the twins started to laugh at him, he came out of his corner and yelled at them, fuming.
I live in the corner in my life. I can only wish to live in the center of my life’s room; but ’til then, I guess I’ll just have to try and find my way out.
Corners tell you. Corners let you know that there is something around the other side, Maybe it’s a dark oblivion. Maybe it is a world of light. But either way, you will find something you never expected.
The corner was dusty and dark. I hated sitting in that corner. It made me feel alone and sad and bad. It was a scary corner, too. All my darkest secrets lurked there, and they threatened to spring at me at any moment.
past few years I have been running from one corner to another, to find them in same fate. I always end up in such places that I have to move myself again in the most painful manner as it could be.
I’ve already written about corners. It could be all corners. My corners. In my house. In my body. Corners are everywhere and you never know what’s around them.
Just around this corner of my mind
is a world
that I wish I could break
into
but I am lost
here
in this dreary worlds
until
light shines
through the door into
the unknown
I want to tell you this secret so badly in person, but I suppose this will have to suffice. You are constantly on my mind, and I know I can’t have that anymore. You’re bad for me. Even so, you exist in the corners of my mind and a corner of my heart belongs to you. So, my darling corner-dweller, tell me…when will you come back into the light? In my opinion, you’ve been hiding from me in those corners long enough.
I was at the corner of the street when I bumped into her and my life changed that very moment. Its as if I would never remember her because I would never forget.
i imagine there’s a new start for me right around the corner. i hope there is. i need to get out of this career rut. i keep waiting for something to “dawn on me.” it never does.
just around the corner a man stands comking a cigarette hes got places to go but he dreads it so he stads there smoking until someone tells him to move. people walk by to get a beer or to get some cash at te drugdstore but he ahs no prupose there. hes hiding. hiding from life from the truth
I’m standing at the corner of an old house. It’s not a normal old house. It’s one of those, which slowly, but steady are falling apart. I look around. The corners a crackling. It’s like the elements of the house hasn’t
The next thing you’ll see. Sometimes, I can prove the unknown by skidding recklessly into the lane to the left (r hand corner). BUT, the next installments will, and should, consider life and how valuable life actually is. Thank you.
In my own little corner, I feel alone, but filled. I feel like the world around me is suddenly comprehensible, and that I am in control. I feel that, somehow, I finally have my thought organized, even though there’s no way in heaven or earth that that could ever be achieved.
A corner of a room is like tic tac toe. And a mouse was running diagonal all the time for 100 years and he ran and ran and ran through the maze and the went back to sleep. He went back to home and rested.
I was in the corner of the world. No one could see my shattered tears or hear my cries. I sat in the corner of the world, more deserted than the north pole, or the south pole. I wept with misery and yelled for help. I needed a friend, I needed someone to take me away from the corner of the world.
i came around the corner of the big shed. i nearly crashed right into it. i was riding my skateboard, soaring through space and not really focusing on what was in front of me. the angling of the walls stopped me in my tracks.
Around it is a surprise. You can do this to someone else to trap them. Speakers corner is a place in london. Driving round a corner is more complicated than you think, especially backwards!
around the corner, it’s the day your never waited for, the lights you thought were fading already, the way you dreamed when you were a kid and that same monster was followed by that same hug and you never realized how that’s called optimism.
at the corner of my eyes, you can see tears..
at the corner of my room you can see me…
at the corner of my heart, there’s still you…
at the corner of the world, I’m waiting for you….
a short emo poem?? hahhaa.. I haven’t write for a while and I think this oneword thing can help me forcing ideas come out from my head…
i was sitting in a corner and was quite upset.i did not want to talj to anyone because daddy had scolded me.mummy was busy in the kitchen and bhaiya was out for school but didi came to talk to me and quitened me
She sat in the corner all alone. It was hard to be like this, alone, scared, trapped, not physically, but mentally, unable to get out of her own little corner. One wall was school, one was her parents, and it was there that she was trapped. Can she ever get out? I want her too, so badly… but I doubt she ever will.
one night after driver’s ed i stood on the corner waiting for my mom to pick me up and a police man stopped me and said, “miss, are you waiting for someone?” confused i told him yes, and finally after a long pause he told me to not stand on the corner. i began to ask why and suddenly realized my short shorts and location. goodness.
to hide in, hide around, unexpected something lurking, one last step to reveal…..the street, the surprise, the ambush, no where else to back up or hide in. 90 degrees of nowhere to go.
“take my hand, we’ll hide in the corner” -lyrics, Allie Moss
So many memories flood my mind upon seeing that corner. I can’t decide if I want to smile or cry. That corner upon Kings Street, where we shared our first kiss and where we said our first and last goodbye.
There is a spider living in the corner. Somehow, she gets enough to eat, even though she’s inside a house with new and well-sealed windows. She gets so much to eat, in fact, that she’s made two large egg cases–a bit larger than a chickpea, I’d say. Sometime, these egg cases will split open, and the dozens of tiny spiders inside will spill out and fill the house. But I can’t imagine there is enough for all of them to eat.
Corner. The first thing that comes to mind when I hear this word is the thought that if you are depressed, you go sit in a corner by yourself. I guess that’s relevant to my life at the moment. I have spent quite a bit of time in the corner of my room, feeling depressed. It makes me wonder, though, where that thought came from. Why are corners so negative?
I sat in the corner, not knowing what to do or what to think. What had i done, there was no way out, no escape. It was just done. I tried to make myself move, with every inch of my being, i tried, but his cold eyes stared at me and I just could not understand where it had gone wrong.
there once was a corner where i stood. I stood there to hide from the rest of the world. I was ashamed of myself. This corner made me feel better. It was dark and closed off. It allowed me to hide myself from my regrets and mistakes. I love this corner.
and here we go..into the corner. I love corners. Where many things can meet and be stuck without any chance to filter back into the realm of reality. Not saying that corners aren’t real, but when you meet at one, there are always other options to go. Direction lies within the fate of all individuals.
He stood in the corner of the room, watching the happenings in front of him with sadness in his eyes. Although, it was not seen by a single person. Walking up to the woman in white who was standing in the middle of the room he gave a nod, “Congratulations Mrs. Suoh. I wish you the greatest happiness.”
He longed to see himself in his friend’s place, to feel the warmth of the girl in front of him directed at him. But alas, he had stepped back for his friend in this race and he must respect that.
just around the corner. that is where my baby is. i will get to see him when i turn it. wil i ever turn it. the corner seems to be forever away. it is separating me from my baby. if only we were a straight line apart. then i would have a visual. or maybe if we were turning a corner together. we are good at turning corners together.
The further point in any one place; people hide there, stand there, meet there, talk there. Children are sent there. Sofas and tables are placed there. Without corners, there would be walls, closure or boxes. And everyone needs a box.
core, feel the fish, I’l mac the frei
Maybe it’s the size of every single bedroom I’ve had or the Feng shui of all of them, but I’ve never been able to place my bed in any place other than the farthest corner from the door. In reality though, I know it’s because I’ve never made that bed-placement decision with anyone who was going to watch over the other side.
The corner was much more dusty and foul-smelling than I had imagined. Hesitantly, I sat down with distaste. The stool was too small to contain my massive bottom, but I pretended not to notice.
After being teased by the nagging Hitachiin twins, Tamaki retreated to his solemn corner of woe. Tamaki couldn’t stand when they made fun of his mind theater, so his only choice was to sit in his corner of woe and pout. Once the twins started to laugh at him, he came out of his corner and yelled at them, fuming.
I live in the corner in my life. I can only wish to live in the center of my life’s room; but ’til then, I guess I’ll just have to try and find my way out.
Corners tell you. Corners let you know that there is something around the other side, Maybe it’s a dark oblivion. Maybe it is a world of light. But either way, you will find something you never expected.
The corner was dusty and dark. I hated sitting in that corner. It made me feel alone and sad and bad. It was a scary corner, too. All my darkest secrets lurked there, and they threatened to spring at me at any moment.
past few years I have been running from one corner to another, to find them in same fate. I always end up in such places that I have to move myself again in the most painful manner as it could be.
I’ve already written about corners. It could be all corners. My corners. In my house. In my body. Corners are everywhere and you never know what’s around them.
the edge. box. point. bend. around the corner. end,
Just around this corner of my mind
is a world
that I wish I could break
into
but I am lost
here
in this dreary worlds
until
light shines
through the door into
the unknown
Pointed
Sharp
This corner seems so
lonely
desperate
Sitting here is
beyond something
that makes sense
Not sure
how to say it
So it flows
I want to tell you this secret so badly in person, but I suppose this will have to suffice. You are constantly on my mind, and I know I can’t have that anymore. You’re bad for me. Even so, you exist in the corners of my mind and a corner of my heart belongs to you. So, my darling corner-dweller, tell me…when will you come back into the light? In my opinion, you’ve been hiding from me in those corners long enough.
I was at the corner of the street when I bumped into her and my life changed that very moment. Its as if I would never remember her because I would never forget.
i imagine there’s a new start for me right around the corner. i hope there is. i need to get out of this career rut. i keep waiting for something to “dawn on me.” it never does.
just around the corner a man stands comking a cigarette hes got places to go but he dreads it so he stads there smoking until someone tells him to move. people walk by to get a beer or to get some cash at te drugdstore but he ahs no prupose there. hes hiding. hiding from life from the truth
I’m standing at the corner of an old house. It’s not a normal old house. It’s one of those, which slowly, but steady are falling apart. I look around. The corners a crackling. It’s like the elements of the house hasn’t
The next thing you’ll see. Sometimes, I can prove the unknown by skidding recklessly into the lane to the left (r hand corner). BUT, the next installments will, and should, consider life and how valuable life actually is. Thank you.
In my own little corner, I feel alone, but filled. I feel like the world around me is suddenly comprehensible, and that I am in control. I feel that, somehow, I finally have my thought organized, even though there’s no way in heaven or earth that that could ever be achieved.
i sat in the corner of the class cause that’s where the teacher decided to put me cause she’s not a very nice person.
A corner of a room is like tic tac toe. And a mouse was running diagonal all the time for 100 years and he ran and ran and ran through the maze and the went back to sleep. He went back to home and rested.
I was in the corner of the world. No one could see my shattered tears or hear my cries. I sat in the corner of the world, more deserted than the north pole, or the south pole. I wept with misery and yelled for help. I needed a friend, I needed someone to take me away from the corner of the world.
i came around the corner of the big shed. i nearly crashed right into it. i was riding my skateboard, soaring through space and not really focusing on what was in front of me. the angling of the walls stopped me in my tracks.
Around it is a surprise. You can do this to someone else to trap them. Speakers corner is a place in london. Driving round a corner is more complicated than you think, especially backwards!
around the corner, it’s the day your never waited for, the lights you thought were fading already, the way you dreamed when you were a kid and that same monster was followed by that same hug and you never realized how that’s called optimism.