the door was slightly ajar when Natalie stumbled upon it in a back alley behind the video store she works at. She has never checked out any of the other stores in detail because they hadn’t looked interesting… until now. From what she can see there is a series of killings going on; people in cages lined up for slaughter like animals and blood staining the floor and spots on the wall where plastic wrap isn’t present
By the time the ship passed the city’s walls, everyone on board crowded around the window. Tourists were expected for this behavior, but it wasn’t every day one got a chance to see a city underwater. Every last building was completely submerged, but protected by a strong bubble manufactured to keep the waters at bay.
She is tall and the image of grace. She does not just enter a room, she makes an entrance. With every step tongues twitter and eyelids flutter. The tail of her skirts clears a way behind her. Bless the hearts of the people who lay their eyes on her, for people can’t help but stare.
The eyes opened and there it was a door. A door separating one room from the next. But how far away from each other the the two rooms were was immeasurable. Since the thresholds could span space, continents and planets.
The entrance was at the end of the tunnel. Too far away and too dark to see, but I just felt that it was there, I just knew. And if I walked just a bit farther, I would make it out alive. But I had to ask myself: did I even want to stay alive?
i go inside and i pick up my laptop and listen to music. i enter and go into your arms
i love you
i enter and never turn back
your dick is inside me and now I can’t exit
i love you
why not love me
You make an entrance. Every time.
To you, it’s only walking through a door.
To you, it’s only showing up.
But now you’re here.
And you’ve made an entrance. Every pair of eyes is on you now. Everybody becomes silent. But you don’t even realize it.
You make an entrance, & my heart stops. I want to be with you. I want to know you. Your name, your life, anything about you.
But you don’t even realize any of this.
To you, it’s only walking through a door.
enter this door you will have a great oppurtunity, but honestly sometimes entering the incorrect door will only lead you to the worst decision of your life where you feel the whole world just fall on your shoulderss- be wise which door you choose to open not all doors are go up to heaven some lead to the boogy man in the basement of your house.
I enter this world naked & leave naked, only my soul leaves either to heaven or hell but that’s up to you to choose how you live your entire life till it’s time for you to depart, it’s up to you if you wanna take risks in life & let someone enter your heart to either destroy it or only time will tell if they truly will take care of it like a new born baby..
I enter this world naked & leave naked, only my soul leave which either goes to heaven or hell– i enter a door with hopes of being a good oppurtunity but sometimes it just feels like the world is crashing over my shoulders— I let someone enter my heart & it’s a choice wether to beleive if that person will destroy every inch of my heart or will take care it a new born baby…
Why do we label doors exits or entrance? What difference does it make to us, to them? Does it give the doors some sense of identity? Do doors even have identities? Or are they just doors…
Enter my world, let myself completely go. Love me, accept me, enjoy me, be with me. Entrance to my heart, mind, fears, loves. Entrance to something bold and new.
the entrance was to another place i have never seen before. The sky, if you could call it that, was liquid. it resembled the rainbow-esque design that motor oil presents to a shallow puddle. The ground was that of geometrical design that pulsed in rhythm, like a song repeating over and over again which caused the world before me to dance a strange waltz. and all the living things I saw were not of any origin I have ever witnessed. was this heaven? was this hell? What was this?
That one brief conversation, even as meaningless as it was, became an entrance for me to get into her life. I was no longer a complete stranger to her, I was someone who was to be acknowledged. I had the right now to talk to her. To ask her questions. To learn about her.
The entrance exam was quite easy considering all the emphasis they put on it. It really makes you distrustful of all adults when you experience something like that. You know, they pump it up and make a big deal out of it like only the elite get in and then you take it and wonder what the big deal was. Pretty much if you aren’t comatose you’ll get in.
You came into my life like a gust of wind- you swept in and took my heart with you. I was completely amazed; it was like a scene out of a movie. What was I to do with myself?
The way you came in reminds me so much of the way you left. Unannounced. Reckless. Just like you.
this is the beginning of a whole new way of life. You enter the door to an unknown place, expecting the best, but anxious about the unknown. The entrance to a new world involves some risk, but it is worth taking as it bring about changes in your life that may be for the good. You have to take risks in order to find out what it is that you are looking for.
The entrance to the cove was concealed by natural camouflage. Everywhere hung hugging vines and shadow, morphing the narrow passage way into the surrounding rocks seamlessly.
Swift and deadly, the blow to my head. Much like your entrance into my life, swift. I barely noticed you until you were there, curled around my side, seeping into the ink of my photos and the pixels of my online diary. You will be the death of me.
The entrance was bright and dazzling. It was as simple as looking forward. Sometimes there is no pearly gate to get to our heaven, sometimes it is as simple as deciding what comes next for ourselves, and creating the gate you will walk through.
It was like the entrance to a vault containing priceless things, a beautiful ornamental door under an overhang that reminded him of certain temples in ancient places. It was terrifying. But he rang the doorbell.
The door was open. It was beckoning me to go through it and see what was on the other side. It was the entrance to a new future, possibly. I’m not sure. But sometimes, you just have to roll the dice. So I went through the entrance, towards my new life…
We make an entrance, fashionably late and fashionable as ever, of course. Strutting our stuff, looking good, of course. Smiling, laughing, don’t give a damn, of course. You’re enchanted as always, of course.
He was denied entrance into the exclusive club because of his shoes. He knew it, those damn shoes Ricki had given him were the cause. He whipped his phone out of his back pocket and spoke the name, “Ricki.” The young man answered on the third strum of the guitar.
It was a grand entrance. His long coat sweeping the floor. The entrance of a king. The entrance of a God. Yet the entrance of a man. Yet not the entrance of and ordinary man. The entrance of a killer.
I stand at the entrance, to enter is to do the right thing, live above the curve, do the right thing even with no one watching. The easy thing would be to double back, to run. But so many decades of anguish and many more would only lead me back.
As I walked through the entrance to the library, I was unsure about recent happenings almost as much as I was about the standardized test lying before me. Until now, it seemed as if everything had their places in the world, that some things would undeniably exist, but things have changed too much to believe that anymore. It’s the end of the world for some, but I feel fine.
The entrance to my soul is not through my parts. If you want to be a part of me, you must fist hold on to me and become a part of what is me and my life, there is no easy way in. But there are simple steps you can take to win my heart.
there’s an open doorway down the hall. a bright light that blinds, so you can’t see the furniture. you feel like walking through that mundane frame with its peeling paint might not be like walking into a sunny kitchen.
As I walked in the funeral home, I was entranced by the fragrant flowers and the shiny sleek polished wood of the display coffins. I approached the the blackest coffin of the bunch, and felt the satin material that lay within. I envied whoever was going to end up in this Cadillac to the afterlife.
It was midnight in the bleak December when I heard the gentle rap-rap-rapping from outside my door. It started as a droning scratching then grew louder to a roar. Some late visitor entreating entrance? Or just the wind and nothing more? I lay there weak and weary gazing at the rustic purple curtain until suddenly my legs grew stronger and I leapt and opened up the door. Lenore, my kitty, sauntered in then sat and perched upon her bowl. Feed me now and lock me out never more!
Once the early morning start and the 100 miles from Melbourne had been negotiated, children, mothers, girlfriends, sisters and the friends who had chosen to hang in there, piled out of their cars to face the hour long line up at the entrance. Show your ID, sign in, empty your pockets, leave all your belongings in a locker and make your way through the metal detector towards the heavy grey door.
you walk in the room and always expect some thing good bad scary weird funny not
where you come in
the opposite to exit
also can be said a entry
The word entrance means when someone enters the room.
“The Queen made a grand entrance into the room.”
It is when someone walks in to any place.
the door was slightly ajar when Natalie stumbled upon it in a back alley behind the video store she works at. She has never checked out any of the other stores in detail because they hadn’t looked interesting… until now. From what she can see there is a series of killings going on; people in cages lined up for slaughter like animals and blood staining the floor and spots on the wall where plastic wrap isn’t present
Open the window and close the door,
By the time the ship passed the city’s walls, everyone on board crowded around the window. Tourists were expected for this behavior, but it wasn’t every day one got a chance to see a city underwater. Every last building was completely submerged, but protected by a strong bubble manufactured to keep the waters at bay.
She is tall and the image of grace. She does not just enter a room, she makes an entrance. With every step tongues twitter and eyelids flutter. The tail of her skirts clears a way behind her. Bless the hearts of the people who lay their eyes on her, for people can’t help but stare.
The eyes opened and there it was a door. A door separating one room from the next. But how far away from each other the the two rooms were was immeasurable. Since the thresholds could span space, continents and planets.
a gateway towards something familiar or desired.
a transitional threshold marking a new space or area of familiarity, desire, the unexpected.
The entrance was at the end of the tunnel. Too far away and too dark to see, but I just felt that it was there, I just knew. And if I walked just a bit farther, I would make it out alive. But I had to ask myself: did I even want to stay alive?
They made their entrance with fire and lightening as they came onto the stage. The crowd met them with a large scream as the music began to play loud.
i go inside and i pick up my laptop and listen to music. i enter and go into your arms
i love you
i enter and never turn back
your dick is inside me and now I can’t exit
i love you
why not love me
You make an entrance. Every time.
To you, it’s only walking through a door.
To you, it’s only showing up.
But now you’re here.
And you’ve made an entrance. Every pair of eyes is on you now. Everybody becomes silent. But you don’t even realize it.
You make an entrance, & my heart stops. I want to be with you. I want to know you. Your name, your life, anything about you.
But you don’t even realize any of this.
To you, it’s only walking through a door.
enter this door you will have a great oppurtunity, but honestly sometimes entering the incorrect door will only lead you to the worst decision of your life where you feel the whole world just fall on your shoulderss- be wise which door you choose to open not all doors are go up to heaven some lead to the boogy man in the basement of your house.
I enter this world naked & leave naked, only my soul leaves either to heaven or hell but that’s up to you to choose how you live your entire life till it’s time for you to depart, it’s up to you if you wanna take risks in life & let someone enter your heart to either destroy it or only time will tell if they truly will take care of it like a new born baby..
I enter this world naked & leave naked, only my soul leave which either goes to heaven or hell– i enter a door with hopes of being a good oppurtunity but sometimes it just feels like the world is crashing over my shoulders— I let someone enter my heart & it’s a choice wether to beleive if that person will destroy every inch of my heart or will take care it a new born baby…
Why do we label doors exits or entrance? What difference does it make to us, to them? Does it give the doors some sense of identity? Do doors even have identities? Or are they just doors…
Enter my world, let myself completely go. Love me, accept me, enjoy me, be with me. Entrance to my heart, mind, fears, loves. Entrance to something bold and new.
the entrance was to another place i have never seen before. The sky, if you could call it that, was liquid. it resembled the rainbow-esque design that motor oil presents to a shallow puddle. The ground was that of geometrical design that pulsed in rhythm, like a song repeating over and over again which caused the world before me to dance a strange waltz. and all the living things I saw were not of any origin I have ever witnessed. was this heaven? was this hell? What was this?
That one brief conversation, even as meaningless as it was, became an entrance for me to get into her life. I was no longer a complete stranger to her, I was someone who was to be acknowledged. I had the right now to talk to her. To ask her questions. To learn about her.
The entrance exam was quite easy considering all the emphasis they put on it. It really makes you distrustful of all adults when you experience something like that. You know, they pump it up and make a big deal out of it like only the elite get in and then you take it and wonder what the big deal was. Pretty much if you aren’t comatose you’ll get in.
You came into my life like a gust of wind- you swept in and took my heart with you. I was completely amazed; it was like a scene out of a movie. What was I to do with myself?
The way you came in reminds me so much of the way you left. Unannounced. Reckless. Just like you.
this is the beginning of a whole new way of life. You enter the door to an unknown place, expecting the best, but anxious about the unknown. The entrance to a new world involves some risk, but it is worth taking as it bring about changes in your life that may be for the good. You have to take risks in order to find out what it is that you are looking for.
The entrance to the cove was concealed by natural camouflage. Everywhere hung hugging vines and shadow, morphing the narrow passage way into the surrounding rocks seamlessly.
Swift and deadly, the blow to my head. Much like your entrance into my life, swift. I barely noticed you until you were there, curled around my side, seeping into the ink of my photos and the pixels of my online diary. You will be the death of me.
The entrance was bright and dazzling. It was as simple as looking forward. Sometimes there is no pearly gate to get to our heaven, sometimes it is as simple as deciding what comes next for ourselves, and creating the gate you will walk through.
It was like the entrance to a vault containing priceless things, a beautiful ornamental door under an overhang that reminded him of certain temples in ancient places. It was terrifying. But he rang the doorbell.
The door was open. It was beckoning me to go through it and see what was on the other side. It was the entrance to a new future, possibly. I’m not sure. But sometimes, you just have to roll the dice. So I went through the entrance, towards my new life…
We make an entrance, fashionably late and fashionable as ever, of course. Strutting our stuff, looking good, of course. Smiling, laughing, don’t give a damn, of course. You’re enchanted as always, of course.
He was denied entrance into the exclusive club because of his shoes. He knew it, those damn shoes Ricki had given him were the cause. He whipped his phone out of his back pocket and spoke the name, “Ricki.” The young man answered on the third strum of the guitar.
It was a grand entrance. His long coat sweeping the floor. The entrance of a king. The entrance of a God. Yet the entrance of a man. Yet not the entrance of and ordinary man. The entrance of a killer.
I stand at the entrance, to enter is to do the right thing, live above the curve, do the right thing even with no one watching. The easy thing would be to double back, to run. But so many decades of anguish and many more would only lead me back.
If the entrance to one’s heart are the eyes. how does that work with blind people? are they better liers or are we just unable to detect the signs-
the entrance to the gate was blacked by a wall of blocks that blocked the way with their “blocky”ness.
block
As I walked through the entrance to the library, I was unsure about recent happenings almost as much as I was about the standardized test lying before me. Until now, it seemed as if everything had their places in the world, that some things would undeniably exist, but things have changed too much to believe that anymore. It’s the end of the world for some, but I feel fine.
The entrance to my soul is not through my parts. If you want to be a part of me, you must fist hold on to me and become a part of what is me and my life, there is no easy way in. But there are simple steps you can take to win my heart.
there’s an open doorway down the hall. a bright light that blinds, so you can’t see the furniture. you feel like walking through that mundane frame with its peeling paint might not be like walking into a sunny kitchen.
As I walked in the funeral home, I was entranced by the fragrant flowers and the shiny sleek polished wood of the display coffins. I approached the the blackest coffin of the bunch, and felt the satin material that lay within. I envied whoever was going to end up in this Cadillac to the afterlife.
It was midnight in the bleak December when I heard the gentle rap-rap-rapping from outside my door. It started as a droning scratching then grew louder to a roar. Some late visitor entreating entrance? Or just the wind and nothing more? I lay there weak and weary gazing at the rustic purple curtain until suddenly my legs grew stronger and I leapt and opened up the door. Lenore, my kitty, sauntered in then sat and perched upon her bowl. Feed me now and lock me out never more!
Once the early morning start and the 100 miles from Melbourne had been negotiated, children, mothers, girlfriends, sisters and the friends who had chosen to hang in there, piled out of their cars to face the hour long line up at the entrance. Show your ID, sign in, empty your pockets, leave all your belongings in a locker and make your way through the metal detector towards the heavy grey door.