I have always wanted a little cottage. With woods surrounding it, and the heat and glow of a fire in the fireplace to keep it warm at night. I want there to be a garden in the back . Just a tiny place in the corner of the world to be mine. Serene.
Just out of sight and just out of trouble, or so you’d like to think. It’s only a turn away, though, waiting, out of mind, for you to come its way. Walk forward, turn, there it is, inescapable as the edge itself.
Corner is somewhere we go when we wrong someone. It may not be completely fair, but it just happens. No one ever wants to go there. Unless, you want to travel in a city, then you’ll go to a lot of corners.
They cornered me, all around it seemed like a wall of them, my fears, my inhibitions, my what ifs, all of them, in my way. I can’t move forward, not back, what now? What now?
Death be told. Kid don’t run `round this corner no more. Not today. This is the only corner that kids don’t. So lonely. So so lonely. Finish your pie and cake. Be a good lad.
In a corner of a dark, empty, mysterious room. You don’t know how to react so you try to find a door or anything that indicates you aren’t trapped. Turns out there’s no way out and now way to break anything so you just die alone, cold, and confused.
i see the meeting of two streets. It is raining, a homeless man with no umbrella is sitting on top of some newspapers. he is soaking wet with no food, money, or companionship. But he is happy. He knows that he is free from all the troubles of everyday life and will never have to worry about them as long as he is alive. He is content.
corners are where walls meet. Walls don’t have much to do when they meet and conversation is usually dull and stunted … corners are a good conversation starter. spiders like this turgid awkward conversation because it soothes them in a world where they are despised by a significant proportion of the population.
I was backed into a corner. He stood before me. I was shaking. Sweat was on his brow. I was quivering. His voice was quiet yet stern. I was feeling faint. At once we kissed, what we each had wanted all along.
that dark corner where i sat that spring. it was rainning and all i could think about was her but i knew she was no good for me. she betrayed me. it still
I like to sit in the corner that way no one can sneak up on me. The corner is the most convenient spot in video games especially like Call of Duty Black Ops on zombies mode. Sit in the corner with the ray gun. Problem Zombies? I think not. Unless ur facing the corner of course.
For some reason stairs come to mind. I have this thing where I have to count stairs, and stairs have corners so I guess that makes sense? I feel like the point of this website is to evoke some kind of deep emotional reaction to words. But that’s all I got.
In the corner i made love to a stripper. She then came out of the closet and said she was a man. Then i went into the other corner and came buckets of gold and fishes. These fish were cornered. So i killed them and made sushi. The sushi now sells for about $1000 a roll.
loid voices reverberate throughout the house; broken words pervading my mind. i shut my bedroom door and hide in my corner. as i open my book, all else falls away. i escape.
the corner is yellow and it has a lamp and it is corner ish and it is a corner and it reminds me of corners and how cornery they are. Corners are cool because they are corners because corners are cool. Thank you. CORNER.
“Go around the bend, don’t stop
No, keep going. Right turn.
There, we’re safe.
You can relax now, they can’t see us.
We’re okay. We’re okay.
We’re okay,”
It’s a litany.
We’re okay.
The edge of a room, a bend, a place where overly dramatic people go to cry, the place where the “what have I done” guy goes to hide, that evil part of the desk that hits you right in that soft spot by your hip (ow).
the corner is a plaace that is often used for punishment for children. A place of solitude, where there aren’t any toys or other children to play with. This corner is a threat and a scary place when in reality it is just an area where two walls meet, a place that should not be frightening. .
There are corners every where. Kids are sent to corners when punished. Dogs tend to poop in corners. Squares have 4 corners. Corners are everywhere. Except in circles and round object in general.
On the corner of the street there stood a man wearing a black hood with white stripes. And on the label that he wore it said this evening it will be storming with fire and bloodshed. Where am I? On the corner of an endless journey for the stars. I want to fly with the stars.
I walked down the corner and saw i forgot my pants, it was a sad day but oh well, you live and learn. The corner smelled of piss and old people but i still walked down that corner every day. I was once robbed on that corner. Hova salad.
Corners are where my ferrets go to poop. I don’t know why, but they just don’t feel comfortable until their butt is in a corner before releasing their bowels. But they’re so cute.
We stood on the corner and talked for hours. We touched on life the universe and everything but mostly we discussed the circumstances related to why we had taken this knitting class. Eloise had wanted to connect with her mother, David wanted to make a blanket for his niece and I said that I wanted something to fill my days.
i like to stay in my little corner. its private and i can always meditate on my own without anyone disturbing me. i feel like i can spend more alone time and its a indiscrible feeling. no one can understand it but only me. i can be myself and no one else.
A bend in the path. May seem like an obstacle, but don’t make a mountain out of a molehill. May deter you from your goal, but it could turn out to be a good thing c:
once around the corner there was a little boy who liked to chew bubble gum. it was bright blue and made the corner smell like raspberries and the soap he put in his hair. his mom hadn’t given him a haircut in a while and it blew in his face. he had a patch on his jeans where he fell in the park
In the corner sat a girl with tears in her eyes and a dream in her head.
In the corner sat a girl who wanted to change all the words she’d ever said.
In the corner sat a heart as black as night.
In the corner lies a little faith that has died.
if i’m driven into a corner, what would i do? not physically but mentally. i actually haven’t been in that situation, though I can imagine that would be dreadful.
Ellie stood on the corner and ruminated on her life to this point. She’d hit the road at thirteen. She’d turned tricks in Chicago and New York. She’d muled for a drug cartel in LA, and now, on the day when so many might be celebrating being “adults,” she instead wore a big floppy-eared dog costume as she carried a sign that pointed the way to a new gourmet hot dog stand in Des Moines. Happy f*cking eighteenth,” she murmured as she brandished the “Dog Eat Dog” sign like a sword. “Happy f*cking birthday to me.”
i rounded the cornor to see my one true love. isabel was her name. we kissed. she wasn’t sure she wanted to continue but my graceful touch convinced her that i truely loved her. she said i love you quietly.
I sat in the corner with my hood pulled tight. It was cold in this dark, empty room. My breaths shattered and echoed on the surrounding walls. There were footsteps pacing outside the door. I could get up to see who it was, but I already knew.
Little Jimmy sat in a corner eating his pie. And a crow flew out of it. He cried. And stayed in the corner for the rest of the day. Untill the next day it happend again. Except he sat in a different corner. This happend every day until he ran out of corners to sit in. Then he sat in the middle of the room.
In the corner of the room stood a tall glass something or other, covered in cob webs galore. And no mater how many webs it had covering it, it never took the shine away. In shadows and alone it stood in semblance, of what. I don’t know. But of who. That was me, as I am. There.
I have always wanted a little cottage. With woods surrounding it, and the heat and glow of a fire in the fireplace to keep it warm at night. I want there to be a garden in the back . Just a tiny place in the corner of the world to be mine. Serene.
Just out of sight and just out of trouble, or so you’d like to think. It’s only a turn away, though, waiting, out of mind, for you to come its way. Walk forward, turn, there it is, inescapable as the edge itself.
Corner is somewhere we go when we wrong someone. It may not be completely fair, but it just happens. No one ever wants to go there. Unless, you want to travel in a city, then you’ll go to a lot of corners.
They cornered me, all around it seemed like a wall of them, my fears, my inhibitions, my what ifs, all of them, in my way. I can’t move forward, not back, what now? What now?
Death be told. Kid don’t run `round this corner no more. Not today. This is the only corner that kids don’t. So lonely. So so lonely. Finish your pie and cake. Be a good lad.
In a corner of a dark, empty, mysterious room. You don’t know how to react so you try to find a door or anything that indicates you aren’t trapped. Turns out there’s no way out and now way to break anything so you just die alone, cold, and confused.
i see the meeting of two streets. It is raining, a homeless man with no umbrella is sitting on top of some newspapers. he is soaking wet with no food, money, or companionship. But he is happy. He knows that he is free from all the troubles of everyday life and will never have to worry about them as long as he is alive. He is content.
corners are where walls meet. Walls don’t have much to do when they meet and conversation is usually dull and stunted … corners are a good conversation starter. spiders like this turgid awkward conversation because it soothes them in a world where they are despised by a significant proportion of the population.
I was backed into a corner. He stood before me. I was shaking. Sweat was on his brow. I was quivering. His voice was quiet yet stern. I was feeling faint. At once we kissed, what we each had wanted all along.
that dark corner where i sat that spring. it was rainning and all i could think about was her but i knew she was no good for me. she betrayed me. it still
I like to sit in the corner that way no one can sneak up on me. The corner is the most convenient spot in video games especially like Call of Duty Black Ops on zombies mode. Sit in the corner with the ray gun. Problem Zombies? I think not. Unless ur facing the corner of course.
He stood in the corner, looking at her.
Across the room, she turned her head.
The whites of his eyes, they dart away.
And introduce his cheeks of red.
in the corner, dark, weird? boring. kids go on timeout. spiders hangout their. weird…….. pointy, edgy? blah blah blah…….
For some reason stairs come to mind. I have this thing where I have to count stairs, and stairs have corners so I guess that makes sense? I feel like the point of this website is to evoke some kind of deep emotional reaction to words. But that’s all I got.
In the corner i made love to a stripper. She then came out of the closet and said she was a man. Then i went into the other corner and came buckets of gold and fishes. These fish were cornered. So i killed them and made sushi. The sushi now sells for about $1000 a roll.
loid voices reverberate throughout the house; broken words pervading my mind. i shut my bedroom door and hide in my corner. as i open my book, all else falls away. i escape.
the corner is yellow and it has a lamp and it is corner ish and it is a corner and it reminds me of corners and how cornery they are. Corners are cool because they are corners because corners are cool. Thank you. CORNER.
“Go around the bend, don’t stop
No, keep going. Right turn.
There, we’re safe.
You can relax now, they can’t see us.
We’re okay. We’re okay.
We’re okay,”
It’s a litany.
We’re okay.
The edge of a room, a bend, a place where overly dramatic people go to cry, the place where the “what have I done” guy goes to hide, that evil part of the desk that hits you right in that soft spot by your hip (ow).
the corner is a plaace that is often used for punishment for children. A place of solitude, where there aren’t any toys or other children to play with. This corner is a threat and a scary place when in reality it is just an area where two walls meet, a place that should not be frightening. .
go sit in the corner. kindergarten, misbehaving. exiled from the kingdom. plotting my escape. no running, no jumping.
There are corners every where. Kids are sent to corners when punished. Dogs tend to poop in corners. Squares have 4 corners. Corners are everywhere. Except in circles and round object in general.
On the corner of the street there stood a man wearing a black hood with white stripes. And on the label that he wore it said this evening it will be storming with fire and bloodshed. Where am I? On the corner of an endless journey for the stars. I want to fly with the stars.
I walked down the corner and saw i forgot my pants, it was a sad day but oh well, you live and learn. The corner smelled of piss and old people but i still walked down that corner every day. I was once robbed on that corner. Hova salad.
Corners are where my ferrets go to poop. I don’t know why, but they just don’t feel comfortable until their butt is in a corner before releasing their bowels. But they’re so cute.
We stood on the corner and talked for hours. We touched on life the universe and everything but mostly we discussed the circumstances related to why we had taken this knitting class. Eloise had wanted to connect with her mother, David wanted to make a blanket for his niece and I said that I wanted something to fill my days.
end of a room
place to sit when bad
book end?? I don’t really know haha
Time out place
i like corners there fun its where nice hookers like my mommy lives:)
i like to stay in my little corner. its private and i can always meditate on my own without anyone disturbing me. i feel like i can spend more alone time and its a indiscrible feeling. no one can understand it but only me. i can be myself and no one else.
trapped with no other place to run but forward stuck stranded alone desperate without anything but to walls joined at the hip.
A bend in the path. May seem like an obstacle, but don’t make a mountain out of a molehill. May deter you from your goal, but it could turn out to be a good thing c:
once around the corner there was a little boy who liked to chew bubble gum. it was bright blue and made the corner smell like raspberries and the soap he put in his hair. his mom hadn’t given him a haircut in a while and it blew in his face. he had a patch on his jeans where he fell in the park
In the corner sat a girl with tears in her eyes and a dream in her head.
In the corner sat a girl who wanted to change all the words she’d ever said.
In the corner sat a heart as black as night.
In the corner lies a little faith that has died.
if i’m driven into a corner, what would i do? not physically but mentally. i actually haven’t been in that situation, though I can imagine that would be dreadful.
Ellie stood on the corner and ruminated on her life to this point. She’d hit the road at thirteen. She’d turned tricks in Chicago and New York. She’d muled for a drug cartel in LA, and now, on the day when so many might be celebrating being “adults,” she instead wore a big floppy-eared dog costume as she carried a sign that pointed the way to a new gourmet hot dog stand in Des Moines. Happy f*cking eighteenth,” she murmured as she brandished the “Dog Eat Dog” sign like a sword. “Happy f*cking birthday to me.”
i rounded the cornor to see my one true love. isabel was her name. we kissed. she wasn’t sure she wanted to continue but my graceful touch convinced her that i truely loved her. she said i love you quietly.
I’ll be seeing you around some corner, whether sooner or later.
I sat in the corner with my hood pulled tight. It was cold in this dark, empty room. My breaths shattered and echoed on the surrounding walls. There were footsteps pacing outside the door. I could get up to see who it was, but I already knew.
Little Jimmy sat in a corner eating his pie. And a crow flew out of it. He cried. And stayed in the corner for the rest of the day. Untill the next day it happend again. Except he sat in a different corner. This happend every day until he ran out of corners to sit in. Then he sat in the middle of the room.
In the corner of the room stood a tall glass something or other, covered in cob webs galore. And no mater how many webs it had covering it, it never took the shine away. In shadows and alone it stood in semblance, of what. I don’t know. But of who. That was me, as I am. There.