It was trap. It was so simple, yet so elaborately elegant…it was a trap. The revelation ran in circles around his mind and his breath sped up and his chest tightened with panic. A trap. So simple…yet unavoidable now that they had walked right into it. A trap. That he had led them unknowingly into and now they would all die.
I was stuck, again, in this trap. How, I thought, do I keep ending up in this situation? Why do I attract these sorts of people? This trap is very hard to get out of unless you don’t mind hurting someone, their ego, their self-esteem, to break them for who know how long? It is always hard no matter who tells you otherwise. Too hard to get out of this trap.
Loving him is a trap. Always. Something about the way he always genuinely seems to miss me makes me come back for more. Always. He’s lying. It’s a trap for my heart so my pants can suddenly go missing. Always. There is a pattern, but I fall for the trap every time.
That was a trap! The monkey thought there was something odd with the leaves just kind of thickly laid down on the floor. Then when the leaves started to slowly give in, and my whole body started to sink, my last thought was to grab a hold of the ropes that were starting to show on the side of the cage. I knew by now that was a trap.
It was all a trap. That perfect personality, that beautiful smile. It made me willing enough to tell you everything, including all the things in the past that I’d kept hidden away. And when I realised who you really were, that you weren’t so perfect, I wasn’t too worried at first. But then I remembered that I’d told you my dreams and now, I realise, you won’t keep them safe.
i am trapped in a life that i do not want to live anymore. i cant stand how fake ive been. i need to be myself again but i obviously cant just change who ive been. i hate myself.
she should have been watching. she should have known that they were chasing her deeper into the forest for a reason. with the men to her left and the other chasing her on her right, they were steering her directly towards the pile of leaves that would come from beneath her feet and send her plunging into the shallow hole.
a box filled with snakes is scary, i feel trappeddd. i cant wait to get out of this hell hole. im stuck here. i cant take it anymore. trapped is my soul in this forever alone life. im trapped under a person i will never be mee.
A closed-off space triggering claustrophobia. Clutched tight by an invisible force, glued into place by something you can’t see. “Don’t cry,” I head someone say. My tears flow freely. “Why do you always do this to me?”, I ask in a small voice. “Why can’t you let me be happy?” You looked at me with sad eyes, and I knew.
I knew that tomorrow, when I wake up, it’s still you. It will always be you.
She was trapped. Trapped against the cold, hard wall as he stepped closer. This was it the light from the window reflected on his beating brow. He was just as nervous as she was.
It’s a trap! How the hell do I get out… Would you happen to know? I’m terrible with these things. How am I supposed to predict that I’ll get trapped like this? And then getting out.. hmm. This is why I never go out. You just end up in sticky situations like this one. Never again!
It’s a trap! It never was so dangerous when I visited before. Now I know. Now I’ll know not to step just, there. And now I bind my ankle, and fume at myself.
“It’s a trap.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a trap! You walk through that door, you fall into a dark hole, you stay there for the rest of your life surrounded by nothingness.”
She thought for a moment. “You’re right. I won’t go through the door.”
She turns around and walks back through the door she came from, only to realize that she fell into the hole.
Don’t let the fear of moving on keep you from moving forward.
A trap door that leads to the future of the alien race. The aliens came from the ship and reserved a life on Saturn’s rings, the owners of Saturn did not like that.
trap was the thing the monkey sunk into. Wow. it was just looking a bit suspicious but after setting food on these leaves, suddenly they became softer and softer and the fall was just inevitable. Tried to pull myself up by the ropes that started to show, but they were sinking with me into the TRAP as well.
When someone asks you a question, directly to your face, you are trapped. There is almost no way that you can get around the question even if, especially if, you don’t want to answer it.
This trap holds my soul
My soul that has been beaten and damaged irrevocably
It remains in this hollow, empty, abyss that it was plunged into
Forever falling and forever alone
Never to be seen again
“This place is a trap,” Mirna said as they congregated in her room, with the heavy shades drawn. Shades that carried the navy blue weight of privacy and glistened from the pickled juice that covered almost everything in the Dravengers’ city. Ben sat, alert, on the mat that Venga had gotten especially for him, untouched by the pickle juice. Thomas had ran his trinkets over the entire room, found nothing out of the ordinary before Mirna called the meeting.
She could see it in the way that Thomas moved his mouth as if to respond but didn’t. He wanted to stay, become a Dravenger himself.
It’s a trap! But what’s the trap? Too often, we see “traps” in things that really aren’t that frightening. Could it be that we just want there to be a trap, that way we can pass the blame to something else? I don’t believe in traps. Traps are intentionally put there to harm you, and I don’t believe that people are innately cruel in that way to try to harm you.
Once upon a time a tiger came out of the woods and was eaten by a gorilla. It was a trap! The flying bison said as it crashed into the Sahara desert, taking out all of it’s 97 passengers. But of course, the number 42 walked past on a treadmill and said that the cake is a lie.
I was trapped in the hospital and I didn’t even know it. MRSA is what she called it. I just looked it up and I am hoping to god I don’t get it. I haven’t been scared this bad in a while. I don’t want to go back there, put me somewhere else.
Maybe she should have known, maybe it could have been something they discussed beforehand. Instead it was just his downfall, just another thing she could keep and regret and kick herself in the ass for. It shouldn’t have happened.
But traps are sometimes too clever and she wasn’t clever enough, so he paid for it. They both did.
The trap door was open and I went through it. The other side was pure beauty. The trees were green, luscious and bearing fruit. The sky was of the bluest blue. The water beyond was deep and clear.
I could smell the fresh cheddar through the air.
It was literally a couple of steps away from me!
I dashed underneath the kitchen table, flew right by the cat without being noticed..
Jumped on top of the coffee table, and there it was!
I sneakily made my way down towards it… Ahh, the refreshing smell of cheddar cheese was unbearable. I couldn’t resist any longer..
WHAAAMMM!
.. I didn’t take into considerations the large box hovering over the block of cheese.
I was trapped.
This trap I have set for myself is quite the trap. Beautiful, and stately and meets most of my needs. Some would say I am a lucky woman, but I say, ” A trap is still a trap and death the end means.”
You seem trapped. Not even here. I think you need to try to step out side your own mind. Stop letting what you hear define how you feel. It’s ruining you.
you did this you tricked me to come.
Are you saying I trapped you?
That’s right because you don’t love me.
That’s true I don’t but I do love seeing you scrum.
I want to paint a picture of a trap. A love trap. Something comfortable and warm, receptive. A vagina comes to mind. It traps the seed. The womb creates the child.
I’ve been in traps many times before. It’s fucked up. Everything is going ok but, all of a sudden, BAM. It’s aaaaall a trap. Nothing was the way you thoght
It’s like people telling you you’ll have waffles for breakfast, and, once you get to the kitchen, you have disgusting dry bread.
Yes, it was a trap. Only to get you out of bed.
It wasn’t a trap. It was a part, only backwards, where I was the little thing that they didn’t need anymore. My part was gone, flipped upside down, with it’s pockets shaken out. They were on a different level, and I didn’t have the key to Thereville.
There was a mouse trap, and it’s name was Billy. Billy loved to trap mice, but always felt conflicted about their heads popping off, as mouse heads in mouse traps are wont to do. His favorite color was plum, which is mostly a fruit and not a color. Billy the mousetrap lived a long time but rusted over and eventually was thrown away. The end.
I’m on a cliff. There’s the sunset, the ocean below me, and oh yeah the scary man monster chasing me. One word comes to mind. Trap. I’m trapped. How the Hell am I going to get out of this mess? I have been running since this afternoon, I thought I would get away, or lose him. No such luck. He’s been on my tail the whole time. The worst part? I don’t even know what he wants from me. He can’t want money because I just threw down my purse and ran. He hasn’t said a word, just been silently chasing me. For the past 3 hours. I would hide, then turn around to see him coming towards me, slow enough for me to start running again. I turn around now and he’s stopped. He’s just looking at me with a vacant expression. No emotion desplayed on his face. What does he want! What should I do? If I go near him I don’t know what he will do. I need to jump. Yes! That’s it! I need to jump! The water will catch me then I can swim, I doubt he will follow me into the water.
The man watches in horror as the young girl dives off the cliff in a frantic attempt to escape. He hears a loud thump, then a crack, followed by a splash. He tries to move, tries to call out for help, but he isn’t control of his own body. The demon is. The evil thing laughs and the sound is terrifying. The man cringes inside his head. The demon walks to the edge of the cliff and looks down when the young girl had jumped and all that’s left is a big red spot in the crystal blue ocean.
She thought it was a trap and stepped cautiously inside where the blackness terrified her and then saw or imagined she spotted a pinprick light that flickered and moved like a lightning bug until she couldn’t stop following the dot that didn’t illuminate but then she became the light and was trapped in the iris of the darkness.
I am trapped in another’s reality and it goes on forever and ever the trappee’s and the trapped in an evolution of descendants that keep replicating themselves upon one another over and over through the tales of time that rapidly push forward..
Somtimes I feel trapped in my own body. Maybe my soul is not supposed to be in the object I have around me. When I was younger I was trapped physically by someone I trusted. When I grew up i felt trapped menatally by someone I trusted.
It was trap. It was so simple, yet so elaborately elegant…it was a trap. The revelation ran in circles around his mind and his breath sped up and his chest tightened with panic. A trap. So simple…yet unavoidable now that they had walked right into it. A trap. That he had led them unknowingly into and now they would all die.
I used to think life was a trap. A trap for money, happiness, everything. But now I love life. Living is awesome.
Life is trap that everyone falls into and you can never escape this so called trap.
I was stuck, again, in this trap. How, I thought, do I keep ending up in this situation? Why do I attract these sorts of people? This trap is very hard to get out of unless you don’t mind hurting someone, their ego, their self-esteem, to break them for who know how long? It is always hard no matter who tells you otherwise. Too hard to get out of this trap.
Loving him is a trap. Always. Something about the way he always genuinely seems to miss me makes me come back for more. Always. He’s lying. It’s a trap for my heart so my pants can suddenly go missing. Always. There is a pattern, but I fall for the trap every time.
That was a trap! The monkey thought there was something odd with the leaves just kind of thickly laid down on the floor. Then when the leaves started to slowly give in, and my whole body started to sink, my last thought was to grab a hold of the ropes that were starting to show on the side of the cage. I knew by now that was a trap.
It was all a trap. That perfect personality, that beautiful smile. It made me willing enough to tell you everything, including all the things in the past that I’d kept hidden away. And when I realised who you really were, that you weren’t so perfect, I wasn’t too worried at first. But then I remembered that I’d told you my dreams and now, I realise, you won’t keep them safe.
i am trapped in a life that i do not want to live anymore. i cant stand how fake ive been. i need to be myself again but i obviously cant just change who ive been. i hate myself.
it was a trap.
she should have been watching. she should have known that they were chasing her deeper into the forest for a reason. with the men to her left and the other chasing her on her right, they were steering her directly towards the pile of leaves that would come from beneath her feet and send her plunging into the shallow hole.
a box filled with snakes is scary, i feel trappeddd. i cant wait to get out of this hell hole. im stuck here. i cant take it anymore. trapped is my soul in this forever alone life. im trapped under a person i will never be mee.
A closed-off space triggering claustrophobia. Clutched tight by an invisible force, glued into place by something you can’t see. “Don’t cry,” I head someone say. My tears flow freely. “Why do you always do this to me?”, I ask in a small voice. “Why can’t you let me be happy?” You looked at me with sad eyes, and I knew.
I knew that tomorrow, when I wake up, it’s still you. It will always be you.
She was trapped. Trapped against the cold, hard wall as he stepped closer. This was it the light from the window reflected on his beating brow. He was just as nervous as she was.
It’s a trap! How the hell do I get out… Would you happen to know? I’m terrible with these things. How am I supposed to predict that I’ll get trapped like this? And then getting out.. hmm. This is why I never go out. You just end up in sticky situations like this one. Never again!
It’s a trap! It never was so dangerous when I visited before. Now I know. Now I’ll know not to step just, there. And now I bind my ankle, and fume at myself.
“It’s a trap.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a trap! You walk through that door, you fall into a dark hole, you stay there for the rest of your life surrounded by nothingness.”
She thought for a moment. “You’re right. I won’t go through the door.”
She turns around and walks back through the door she came from, only to realize that she fell into the hole.
Don’t let the fear of moving on keep you from moving forward.
A trap door that leads to the future of the alien race. The aliens came from the ship and reserved a life on Saturn’s rings, the owners of Saturn did not like that.
a trap door in the floor of the theatre swallowed the human.
the world may be a stage and the secret exit is sure to make them clap.
where do i go from here?
trap was the thing the monkey sunk into. Wow. it was just looking a bit suspicious but after setting food on these leaves, suddenly they became softer and softer and the fall was just inevitable. Tried to pull myself up by the ropes that started to show, but they were sinking with me into the TRAP as well.
When someone asks you a question, directly to your face, you are trapped. There is almost no way that you can get around the question even if, especially if, you don’t want to answer it.
This trap holds my soul
My soul that has been beaten and damaged irrevocably
It remains in this hollow, empty, abyss that it was plunged into
Forever falling and forever alone
Never to be seen again
Sometimes it feels like trap, stuck n one place, space, moment, time, day. Just absolutely stuck.
“This place is a trap,” Mirna said as they congregated in her room, with the heavy shades drawn. Shades that carried the navy blue weight of privacy and glistened from the pickled juice that covered almost everything in the Dravengers’ city. Ben sat, alert, on the mat that Venga had gotten especially for him, untouched by the pickle juice. Thomas had ran his trinkets over the entire room, found nothing out of the ordinary before Mirna called the meeting.
She could see it in the way that Thomas moved his mouth as if to respond but didn’t. He wanted to stay, become a Dravenger himself.
It’s a trap! But what’s the trap? Too often, we see “traps” in things that really aren’t that frightening. Could it be that we just want there to be a trap, that way we can pass the blame to something else? I don’t believe in traps. Traps are intentionally put there to harm you, and I don’t believe that people are innately cruel in that way to try to harm you.
Once upon a time a tiger came out of the woods and was eaten by a gorilla. It was a trap! The flying bison said as it crashed into the Sahara desert, taking out all of it’s 97 passengers. But of course, the number 42 walked past on a treadmill and said that the cake is a lie.
I was trapped in the hospital and I didn’t even know it. MRSA is what she called it. I just looked it up and I am hoping to god I don’t get it. I haven’t been scared this bad in a while. I don’t want to go back there, put me somewhere else.
Maybe she should have known, maybe it could have been something they discussed beforehand. Instead it was just his downfall, just another thing she could keep and regret and kick herself in the ass for. It shouldn’t have happened.
But traps are sometimes too clever and she wasn’t clever enough, so he paid for it. They both did.
The trap door was open and I went through it. The other side was pure beauty. The trees were green, luscious and bearing fruit. The sky was of the bluest blue. The water beyond was deep and clear.
I could smell the fresh cheddar through the air.
It was literally a couple of steps away from me!
I dashed underneath the kitchen table, flew right by the cat without being noticed..
Jumped on top of the coffee table, and there it was!
I sneakily made my way down towards it… Ahh, the refreshing smell of cheddar cheese was unbearable. I couldn’t resist any longer..
WHAAAMMM!
.. I didn’t take into considerations the large box hovering over the block of cheese.
I was trapped.
This trap I have set for myself is quite the trap. Beautiful, and stately and meets most of my needs. Some would say I am a lucky woman, but I say, ” A trap is still a trap and death the end means.”
You seem trapped. Not even here. I think you need to try to step out side your own mind. Stop letting what you hear define how you feel. It’s ruining you.
you did this you tricked me to come.
Are you saying I trapped you?
That’s right because you don’t love me.
That’s true I don’t but I do love seeing you scrum.
I want to paint a picture of a trap. A love trap. Something comfortable and warm, receptive. A vagina comes to mind. It traps the seed. The womb creates the child.
I’ve been in traps many times before. It’s fucked up. Everything is going ok but, all of a sudden, BAM. It’s aaaaall a trap. Nothing was the way you thoght
It’s like people telling you you’ll have waffles for breakfast, and, once you get to the kitchen, you have disgusting dry bread.
Yes, it was a trap. Only to get you out of bed.
It wasn’t a trap. It was a part, only backwards, where I was the little thing that they didn’t need anymore. My part was gone, flipped upside down, with it’s pockets shaken out. They were on a different level, and I didn’t have the key to Thereville.
There was a mouse trap, and it’s name was Billy. Billy loved to trap mice, but always felt conflicted about their heads popping off, as mouse heads in mouse traps are wont to do. His favorite color was plum, which is mostly a fruit and not a color. Billy the mousetrap lived a long time but rusted over and eventually was thrown away. The end.
I’m on a cliff. There’s the sunset, the ocean below me, and oh yeah the scary man monster chasing me. One word comes to mind. Trap. I’m trapped. How the Hell am I going to get out of this mess? I have been running since this afternoon, I thought I would get away, or lose him. No such luck. He’s been on my tail the whole time. The worst part? I don’t even know what he wants from me. He can’t want money because I just threw down my purse and ran. He hasn’t said a word, just been silently chasing me. For the past 3 hours. I would hide, then turn around to see him coming towards me, slow enough for me to start running again. I turn around now and he’s stopped. He’s just looking at me with a vacant expression. No emotion desplayed on his face. What does he want! What should I do? If I go near him I don’t know what he will do. I need to jump. Yes! That’s it! I need to jump! The water will catch me then I can swim, I doubt he will follow me into the water.
The man watches in horror as the young girl dives off the cliff in a frantic attempt to escape. He hears a loud thump, then a crack, followed by a splash. He tries to move, tries to call out for help, but he isn’t control of his own body. The demon is. The evil thing laughs and the sound is terrifying. The man cringes inside his head. The demon walks to the edge of the cliff and looks down when the young girl had jumped and all that’s left is a big red spot in the crystal blue ocean.
She thought it was a trap and stepped cautiously inside where the blackness terrified her and then saw or imagined she spotted a pinprick light that flickered and moved like a lightning bug until she couldn’t stop following the dot that didn’t illuminate but then she became the light and was trapped in the iris of the darkness.
I am trapped in another’s reality and it goes on forever and ever the trappee’s and the trapped in an evolution of descendants that keep replicating themselves upon one another over and over through the tales of time that rapidly push forward..
captured no way out free lack of freedom trick vicious animal hunting woods sand mouse
Somtimes I feel trapped in my own body. Maybe my soul is not supposed to be in the object I have around me. When I was younger I was trapped physically by someone I trusted. When I grew up i felt trapped menatally by someone I trusted.