I stopped at the corner, where i usually see the old man. It might have been 15 years since his wife past, but he still stops at the corner hoping she comes back. The flowers there were her favorite.
corners: where people put you, or where you let them put you. it’s cold, it’s lonely sometimes… but i wonder if it’s better there or right in the center of the room. see, in a corner, nobody sees what you do: you can kill and nobody notices, you can be yourself and who cares? oh, i love corners. it’s where i’ve lived for so long. <3
When I think of Corner I think of hookers. Its pretty common for people to joke around about “working the corner.” When I wear really tall high heels my friends will ask me “Are you going to work the corner?” Sometimes its really annoying but I know they just say it to be funny.
There she was, at the corner. Like usual. Not as if she chose it willingly, but she had to pay for her family somehow. This is how she managed to do it. And slowly, throughout the night, her clients came, and made their way, and she got the money she needed. In the morning, her family was able to eat a full meal. And that’s really all there was to it, and each night, she’d come back to the corner. That’s just how it was, she supposed.
A corner is the meeting place between to constricting objects that enclose you into a space. Whether that space is someplace you want to be or do not want to be, the corner is the loneliest point, or maybe the most truthful.
My life is a grid. I think it has at least three dimensions though, and maybe four or five. Hard to tell. Makes the concept of a corner much tricker. They still exist, but they’re a lot more rare. There are only 8 or 10 of them in there and an awful lot of n-space in between.
Corner. It was in that corner in that awful, crowded place. I saw her. She was smoking a cigarette and staring blankly into space. I wish I hadn’t seen her that day. I might’ve save myself a lot of trouble.
And there, in the corner, kittens around her feet, sat Elisha. Her orange hair curling around her head as if it were a halo. Each kitten had been lifted, kissed, and petted affectionately upon its tiny head, and upon placing the last of the mewing, nearly blind babies back onto its feet, mother cat began her trek to join the glowing child in caring for offspring. Walking into the room, Mother couldn’t help but smile; this moment was what she lived for. This moment made all the sleepless nights worth it.
I sit in my corner and thinik abo9ut my life. ther is so much more to it and so much less,so much to ass and to take away. Sometimes I wish I could sit in that corner for longer, but work and play beckon.
in the corner of my room and i sit and stair just listen to music. the beats and bumps of in the room. im just vibeing to myself wishing i could just been like them for even a minute to play like the guitars from the past and present.
sometimes I feel trapped in a corner. This corner is of my own making and it resides in my head. it doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it is a very hard place to find my way out of.
In the corner of the gas station stood a young woman. She could easily be mistaken for some sort of misplaced mannequin, with her primped hair, pressed suit, and pale skin. Andrea would not have guessed that she were alive, had her slight shivers not given her away.
the corner is a hard place to be.you get stuck there.all you can see is the wall and no way out.the corner is a punishment.no one wants to be in the corner. it is a place of shame and contemplation…or brooding if you prefer.
The corner of the street is where I give blowjobs to pay for college because my family is poor and I have no money. The corner of Main and 22nd if you wanna try ;)
on the corner there was a small building- worn and brown, it reeked of old books and warm sunshine through a dirty glass window. some might pass by as though they never even saw it, not even knowing what miraculous, enticing secrets the building on the corner held behind it’s old weathered wooden doors
It had been a slow day. Between work, the kids, the car problems….all Jack had really wanted to do was just take a nap and forget about the day’s problem. That is, until he saw the girl lying there, lifeless, on the corner. A simple street corner with a dead girl on it. What did he do? He ran, of course.
The corner, where we stood, where we grew up. It been the witness of great times and great tragedies. With the smoke rising around it, the saliva wet cigarette butts, the torn down posters of days past.
I was put in a corner
Stuck without escape
Lost in my mind with only thoughts
I’ve been put here to stay
I am down, and I am out
I am gone, and I am done
Save me from this corner
It’s the way out.
Or is it the way in?
Fate.
Lies.
Sex.
But how?
How could you not realize?
It’s in the corner of your eye.
That one itch you can’t scratch.
That one hole you can’t scratch.
In the corner. Of your eye.
I sit in the corner when I jack off because it feels good to know that you are safe. in the corner, nobody watching. Just doing the deed before anyone comes to discover your disgraceful behavior. what a sick world. lolololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololove.
I feel trapped in a corner… My life is full of pressure and confusion and… I mean I’m trapped between my sins and my moral assets and my sins keep encroaching… What should I do?
A corner is where you go to cry if you’re a loner. It’s also the best place to hide in Amnesia. That’s about it, though. Oh, also, it has corn in the word. Corn is good.
Hookers.
You pay hookers for sex. There main business location is… the corner.
Don’t for get to wear a condom, for sex with a hooker without a condom is death.
I was cornered by the monster.
The seekers were far from arriving.
Midnight. I thought.
At midnight they’ll arrive.
But it was 10 ’til midnight. There is no way I’m getting out of here.
I’ll have to make time.
There there come.
I calculate. One of my many talents.
I have about 20 seconds to escape of this corner.
The corner of the knife, going in her skin, she bleeds slowly. The blood dripping on the floor, her soul leaving her body. Why did she leave? She left cause she wasn’t wanted. she feels worthless, less she isn’t needed here either. So she cut her neck. It was over. She was gone. the corner of the knife. Her life gone, because of us.
there’s a corner up on the top of the screen, i don’t know why, but the word says corner. so i’m typing about the word “corner” because i feel like it. so, yea… time’s up now
bye.
in the corner of the alley i found my secret crush. he smiled at me and then he grabbed me, kissed me, and killed me. in the corner of the alley laid my corpse. young, female corpse with red lips and brown hair
Cornered…
I was surrounded
They were all around me
The sound of their weapons ringing as they unsheathed blades, brandished knives
Angry murmurings
My fur bristled
I bared my teeth
“Monster! It’s evil! Kill it!” they cried
“I am… not… a monster” i thought desperately
My vision turned red
“They’ll never understand”
Blood red
“No… they won’t”
I lunged at the first man
My jaws locked around his throat…
“Never”
I sit in the corner of a room every morning, just to take in my surroundings. It’s quite lonely, being in one part of a room in order to take all of it in. I was never sent to a corner when I was little, but I find some safety in taking my spot away from the center of it all, no one to peer behind my shoulder. I see everything in front of me.
Corners, some people flock to them like safe zones– but why? I need to be free, I need to know that possibilities come flowing from all direction. I guess it’s safety, I guess it’s security– but what is life without danger? What is there to boast about convention and routine? I don’t ever want to be safe. I don’t even want to be cornered into my own bubble.
I was bad, and she sent me to my corner. Unfortunately, I had been trapped in that corner and had urinated in it previously. I think I love it. ME GUSTA. I love the corner, favourite place. For sure, of all time. Of ALL TIME.
People hide here; go away into the safe zone. They trap themselves. Why do people want to be trapped? But that’s just how I see it. I guess it’s a seclusion thing. I guess it’s the idea of knowing your surrounded, protected. I need open spaces, I need to be free. I need to know that possibilities come from everywhere.
a place where you can think and dream and ponder and wonder and come up with the most amazing stuff that you will probably wont remember
I stopped at the corner, where i usually see the old man. It might have been 15 years since his wife past, but he still stops at the corner hoping she comes back. The flowers there were her favorite.
corners: where people put you, or where you let them put you. it’s cold, it’s lonely sometimes… but i wonder if it’s better there or right in the center of the room. see, in a corner, nobody sees what you do: you can kill and nobody notices, you can be yourself and who cares? oh, i love corners. it’s where i’ve lived for so long. <3
When I think of Corner I think of hookers. Its pretty common for people to joke around about “working the corner.” When I wear really tall high heels my friends will ask me “Are you going to work the corner?” Sometimes its really annoying but I know they just say it to be funny.
There she was, at the corner. Like usual. Not as if she chose it willingly, but she had to pay for her family somehow. This is how she managed to do it. And slowly, throughout the night, her clients came, and made their way, and she got the money she needed. In the morning, her family was able to eat a full meal. And that’s really all there was to it, and each night, she’d come back to the corner. That’s just how it was, she supposed.
Corner. The point of connection, the moment of truth. When two linear objects come together into a point, and form and angle. Geometric, simple.
A corner is the meeting place between to constricting objects that enclose you into a space. Whether that space is someplace you want to be or do not want to be, the corner is the loneliest point, or maybe the most truthful.
2 walls meet , 1 wall says to the outher i think theres somthing between us..
the outher wall replise HOLY shit a talking wall.
My life is a grid. I think it has at least three dimensions though, and maybe four or five. Hard to tell. Makes the concept of a corner much tricker. They still exist, but they’re a lot more rare. There are only 8 or 10 of them in there and an awful lot of n-space in between.
Corner. It was in that corner in that awful, crowded place. I saw her. She was smoking a cigarette and staring blankly into space. I wish I hadn’t seen her that day. I might’ve save myself a lot of trouble.
Sometimes I sit in my room, in the corner, staring out my window thinking what we would have been, considering all that stuff never happened.
And there, in the corner, kittens around her feet, sat Elisha. Her orange hair curling around her head as if it were a halo. Each kitten had been lifted, kissed, and petted affectionately upon its tiny head, and upon placing the last of the mewing, nearly blind babies back onto its feet, mother cat began her trek to join the glowing child in caring for offspring. Walking into the room, Mother couldn’t help but smile; this moment was what she lived for. This moment made all the sleepless nights worth it.
I sit in my corner and thinik abo9ut my life. ther is so much more to it and so much less,so much to ass and to take away. Sometimes I wish I could sit in that corner for longer, but work and play beckon.
in the corner of my room and i sit and stair just listen to music. the beats and bumps of in the room. im just vibeing to myself wishing i could just been like them for even a minute to play like the guitars from the past and present.
sometimes I feel trapped in a corner. This corner is of my own making and it resides in my head. it doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it is a very hard place to find my way out of.
In the corner of the gas station stood a young woman. She could easily be mistaken for some sort of misplaced mannequin, with her primped hair, pressed suit, and pale skin. Andrea would not have guessed that she were alive, had her slight shivers not given her away.
the corner is a hard place to be.you get stuck there.all you can see is the wall and no way out.the corner is a punishment.no one wants to be in the corner. it is a place of shame and contemplation…or brooding if you prefer.
The corner of the street is where I give blowjobs to pay for college because my family is poor and I have no money. The corner of Main and 22nd if you wanna try ;)
-Mrs. Prostitute
on the corner there was a small building- worn and brown, it reeked of old books and warm sunshine through a dirty glass window. some might pass by as though they never even saw it, not even knowing what miraculous, enticing secrets the building on the corner held behind it’s old weathered wooden doors
The corner of your heart. What a lowsy word, corner. Corner of a road a street. Maybe I’m just lowsy
It had been a slow day. Between work, the kids, the car problems….all Jack had really wanted to do was just take a nap and forget about the day’s problem. That is, until he saw the girl lying there, lifeless, on the corner. A simple street corner with a dead girl on it. What did he do? He ran, of course.
The corner, where we stood, where we grew up. It been the witness of great times and great tragedies. With the smoke rising around it, the saliva wet cigarette butts, the torn down posters of days past.
I was put in a corner
Stuck without escape
Lost in my mind with only thoughts
I’ve been put here to stay
I am down, and I am out
I am gone, and I am done
Save me from this corner
It’s the way out.
Or is it the way in?
Fate.
Lies.
Sex.
But how?
How could you not realize?
It’s in the corner of your eye.
That one itch you can’t scratch.
That one hole you can’t scratch.
In the corner. Of your eye.
The annoying part of the table that you always hit when you walk by it.
I sit in the corner when I jack off because it feels good to know that you are safe. in the corner, nobody watching. Just doing the deed before anyone comes to discover your disgraceful behavior. what a sick world. lolololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololove.
I feel trapped in a corner… My life is full of pressure and confusion and… I mean I’m trapped between my sins and my moral assets and my sins keep encroaching… What should I do?
A corner is where you go to cry if you’re a loner. It’s also the best place to hide in Amnesia. That’s about it, though. Oh, also, it has corn in the word. Corn is good.
cornes are cool places to be at because many things can happen there like you can see people in the corner and stuff or i dont know what else haha
Hookers.
You pay hookers for sex. There main business location is… the corner.
Don’t for get to wear a condom, for sex with a hooker without a condom is death.
I was cornered by the monster.
The seekers were far from arriving.
Midnight. I thought.
At midnight they’ll arrive.
But it was 10 ’til midnight. There is no way I’m getting out of here.
I’ll have to make time.
There there come.
I calculate. One of my many talents.
I have about 20 seconds to escape of this corner.
The corner of the knife, going in her skin, she bleeds slowly. The blood dripping on the floor, her soul leaving her body. Why did she leave? She left cause she wasn’t wanted. she feels worthless, less she isn’t needed here either. So she cut her neck. It was over. She was gone. the corner of the knife. Her life gone, because of us.
there’s a corner up on the top of the screen, i don’t know why, but the word says corner. so i’m typing about the word “corner” because i feel like it. so, yea… time’s up now
bye.
in the corner of the alley i found my secret crush. he smiled at me and then he grabbed me, kissed me, and killed me. in the corner of the alley laid my corpse. young, female corpse with red lips and brown hair
Cornered…
I was surrounded
They were all around me
The sound of their weapons ringing as they unsheathed blades, brandished knives
Angry murmurings
My fur bristled
I bared my teeth
“Monster! It’s evil! Kill it!” they cried
“I am… not… a monster” i thought desperately
My vision turned red
“They’ll never understand”
Blood red
“No… they won’t”
I lunged at the first man
My jaws locked around his throat…
“Never”
I sit in the corner of a room every morning, just to take in my surroundings. It’s quite lonely, being in one part of a room in order to take all of it in. I was never sent to a corner when I was little, but I find some safety in taking my spot away from the center of it all, no one to peer behind my shoulder. I see everything in front of me.
Corners, some people flock to them like safe zones– but why? I need to be free, I need to know that possibilities come flowing from all direction. I guess it’s safety, I guess it’s security– but what is life without danger? What is there to boast about convention and routine? I don’t ever want to be safe. I don’t even want to be cornered into my own bubble.
I was bad, and she sent me to my corner. Unfortunately, I had been trapped in that corner and had urinated in it previously. I think I love it. ME GUSTA. I love the corner, favourite place. For sure, of all time. Of ALL TIME.
People hide here; go away into the safe zone. They trap themselves. Why do people want to be trapped? But that’s just how I see it. I guess it’s a seclusion thing. I guess it’s the idea of knowing your surrounded, protected. I need open spaces, I need to be free. I need to know that possibilities come from everywhere.
hoors work the corner
emo kids go cut themselves in a corner
i hit my knee on the corner of a table