I love bars! drinking is fun, sociable, and gives me a chance to let loose a little bit. I just turned 21, so I’m having a lot of fun exploring the night life.
Is it an acronym? Bar exams? I think that’s for lawyers right? What does it stand for?
Barely… Any… Rights? I dunno XD
Riku
Candy Bars, Chocolate Bars, Cocktail Bars, and Prison Bars. One of these things is not like the other… three of these things are kinda the same… which one of these things is not like the other? Do you want to play our game?
Janice Lind
Someday, Elliott won’t need to use public transportation to get to work, because he’ll work from home in the countryside. He’ll have a house somewhere in Europe, maybe Spain, and he’ll own a bar (pub, that’s what they call them over there) or a sheep farm or maybe he’ll just keep a blog about his hilarious escapades as a lifetime New Yorker owning a sheep farm in Europe.
Ciara
don’t even get me started on bars i was at a bar last night i had one beer and i wanted to go home. Nothing is more boring and exhausting at the same time if youre not feeling it. When you have zero energy and no desire to drink and you are still at a bar you are an alcoholic.
TC McEneaney
I nice little haven that saves us from the boring monotony of our lives. Necessary for one to keep their sanity. Center point of the majority of our culture. Cheers, brother.
George
Cool brown bars of dark chocolate – wrapped up in shiny foil and wrapping. Opened, carefully, and consumed.
Jeff
Chocolate bars! So lovely when you’re feeling low and you feel like your flavour has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio. Or metal bars, or gay bars..not quite all the same though.
joface
at hold people in…iron..prisoners, but they’re peeping out. but still quite grimly
mmm chocolate bars for prisoners, candy bars for all and maybe abit of a gold bar for some
sami ghani
Cages, holding animals, holding people wrongly commited, on walls for children to climb and in the street for people to talk in. Bars, medals for heroes in the war, poor things. Such are governments.
Freddie
Oh i love going to bars and trying different drinks….looking at the different people there and seeing if their drowning away their problems or celebrating…i wish i was there last night i was just bored.
justin
bars are places wehre people go and meet and the place is just filled with sexual tension and people drop their drinks and drop their guards and dance and make out and lose credit cards and phone numbers. they go home together and leave in the morning when their head is full of heavy water and drums. the bar is a place i am allowed to go now. recently. i go and drink screwdrivers and forget who i’m with. i’m with people i don’t know very well and then i make a fool of myself.
chelsea
Going out to bars, now that I’m old enough, is fun. But it also makes me realize what a waste it all is. I can easily spend $30 on drinks. And the next morning, what has that really gotten me? Did the drinking make me have a better time? I don’t know. And that money probably could have been better spent.
Still, going out dancing and drinking with friends is fun. Definitely.
Madeline
yo nunca he entendido porque la gente va a bares teniendo la posibilidad de quedarse en su casa y emborracharse a más no poder sabiendo que despertarás en un lugar agradable abrazado de tu gato que seguramente te habrá arañado toda la cara y ahora estará asfixiado a tu lado. Eso si que es bello.
Ru
The bars on the windows remind me of sad days.
There are so many things that these bars are keeping out.
From the sun to the happiness of the blue skies, from the sight of birds to the smells of the rest of the world.
These bars are the reason why I’m so unhappy.
Jangles
bars stand across your way
bars are places to drink
bars going on bicyles
monkey bars
trapeze bars
bars cannot bar
candy bars
cindy
bars are where men go when their wives kick you out, they’re the one escape these men have, the bottom of the mug they drink from doesn’t yell at them, doesn’t judge them, doesn’t believe they should do what they say or anything like that. these bars sometimes end in other bars, bars most people never want to see but plenty actually do.
damir
In jail I’m unable to see who’s yelling in the corner. Shes yelling and saying she needs to get out or her baby will die. It’s hard to just stand there and not doing anything. I look through the bars and say “lady?”
andre
the things men say to you when you work in a bar are really just shocking
leah
Looking through the bars at our newest addition to the family. I cringed a little at the thought of having a rat in the house. Little did I know that she would grow on me so much, so fast.
Jessica Sanford
The savage meeting spot of uncultured social wreckage. Are we speaking of drinking spots or prisons? …It’s all the same.
Jesse
Bars could be signs of imprisonment. But to me they mean only one thing – chocolate. And I am craving for some. Chocolate bars are more precious to me than gold. And I could kill for some right now. Yum
buzzy
when the sun goes down they creep like eels out of there homes and slither down to the bars. the perch like hawks along the side of the room, waiting for the perfect prey. they feed like vultures on the ones who’ve had too much, and take them home like a rodent to their nests before the sun peeks its head above the first blue mountain.
Olivia
Are fun. It has been awhile, but all in all, they habve been fun. Thanks for the memories
JMP
So this guy walks into a bar and he asks the bartender for a bar of chocolate–and not something simple like Hershey’s; this guy prefers the rich, artisanal types of bars made out of ecologically resourced cacao beans from the Peruvian chocolate belt: seventy, eighty or ninety percent! The kind where the cocoa butter melts on the center of your tongue. The barkeep merely grins. She is herself a lover of dark chocolate and full, too, of her own dark secrets: a recently disbarred lawyer who is tending bar at night in order to bail her lover out from behind prison bars.
jethro
There were eighteen of them. Iron, cold, set. Unmovable. They together held me from what I saw as my life.
They say there’s always one thats the weakest.
Joe
jails, drunks, confinement. That’s what comes to mind when I see this word. If I was musically inclined, then perhaps I could envision a score of music being played. But sad to said, the first thing I thought of was jail. hmmmm. what does that say ?
Janice
bars at the night time in lexington kentucky are my favorite. everyone looks so confused because the favorite bar, the home bar was knocked down by the equestrian games. we are the games and we have no place to enjoy them
adele
I cannot find the bars on my cell phone! I need to tell somebody that the bars on the fence are down, and the guy that usually fixes them is in the bar down the street. I may as well eat my peanut butter bars while I wait…
Alison
He slammed futilely against the iron bars of his jail cell, again and again and again. His pleas for escape went unacknowledged by the stoic guards outside, and he eventually collapsed to ground in dejection. Looking out the window, he saw that the sun was setting and that night would descend upon him soon.
vish
mokey bars like children’s playground remind me of sixth grade, which was fun but sucked at the same time. i met a lot of friends there, not all of whom i’m still friendly with. graduating highschool was fun but sad, and tomorrow i start college classes. holy shit! how wonderful life is… :)
kate
I don’t like being kept on one side of them.
fred
across and within and against.
“naked as we came” he sang,
and I couldn’t help but sneeze,
the summer was full of fluff.
but it hurt and he knew why
and i didnt love him
but we still fucked.
someday I will learn.
bristol
passing the bar…
monkey bars…OOH, I loved the monkey bars when I was in grade school…this word takes me all the way back to kindergarten and some of the best friends and best teachers I ever had,
RAISE the bar: always strive to do better in your life than you did yesterday, last month, last year.
annie
…always wanted to be the type of girl who could hold her own in one. Just go in slide onto a bar seat, order a drink, and not be bothered by convention and its restrictions, its bars….
theamarie
Bars, cars, austomatic weapons. friendly foes, the nose grows, a pair of hoe’s you thought were pretty. even when you knew it’s the end
derek
if i could go to some bars right now i would. good morning to me, let’s go to the bars. i need the substance to get me in the frame of mind for the shit job i have to do most days. serving people who go to bars and can afford to fill themselves with the most vile and beautiful things the planet has to offer. my eyes are barely open but my tongue is parched and ready.
shayne
are where you go to drink alcoholic beverages.
sometimes my mommy goes there then comes home and beats me. she cries a lot, my mom. i am sad i can hear her crying. she doesn’t make us dinner anymore. it’s all my fault. it wouldn’t be my fault if i ate it in the first place!
Vicky Barnell
i went to a bar where my phone got no bars. i was in a fight and i was sent behind bars. nevertheless, i was barred from society. i like climbing monkey bars, no holds barred.
I love bars! drinking is fun, sociable, and gives me a chance to let loose a little bit. I just turned 21, so I’m having a lot of fun exploring the night life.
fun, drinking, social
stores, prices
bars? Energy bar? Lifting bars? Surface piercing bars? Drinking bars? Golden/Silver/Precious-metal-into-a-block-of-metal bars (ingots)? BARS?
Is it an acronym? Bar exams? I think that’s for lawyers right? What does it stand for?
Barely… Any… Rights? I dunno XD
Candy Bars, Chocolate Bars, Cocktail Bars, and Prison Bars. One of these things is not like the other… three of these things are kinda the same… which one of these things is not like the other? Do you want to play our game?
Someday, Elliott won’t need to use public transportation to get to work, because he’ll work from home in the countryside. He’ll have a house somewhere in Europe, maybe Spain, and he’ll own a bar (pub, that’s what they call them over there) or a sheep farm or maybe he’ll just keep a blog about his hilarious escapades as a lifetime New Yorker owning a sheep farm in Europe.
don’t even get me started on bars i was at a bar last night i had one beer and i wanted to go home. Nothing is more boring and exhausting at the same time if youre not feeling it. When you have zero energy and no desire to drink and you are still at a bar you are an alcoholic.
I nice little haven that saves us from the boring monotony of our lives. Necessary for one to keep their sanity. Center point of the majority of our culture. Cheers, brother.
Cool brown bars of dark chocolate – wrapped up in shiny foil and wrapping. Opened, carefully, and consumed.
Chocolate bars! So lovely when you’re feeling low and you feel like your flavour has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio. Or metal bars, or gay bars..not quite all the same though.
at hold people in…iron..prisoners, but they’re peeping out. but still quite grimly
mmm chocolate bars for prisoners, candy bars for all and maybe abit of a gold bar for some
Cages, holding animals, holding people wrongly commited, on walls for children to climb and in the street for people to talk in. Bars, medals for heroes in the war, poor things. Such are governments.
Oh i love going to bars and trying different drinks….looking at the different people there and seeing if their drowning away their problems or celebrating…i wish i was there last night i was just bored.
bars are places wehre people go and meet and the place is just filled with sexual tension and people drop their drinks and drop their guards and dance and make out and lose credit cards and phone numbers. they go home together and leave in the morning when their head is full of heavy water and drums. the bar is a place i am allowed to go now. recently. i go and drink screwdrivers and forget who i’m with. i’m with people i don’t know very well and then i make a fool of myself.
Going out to bars, now that I’m old enough, is fun. But it also makes me realize what a waste it all is. I can easily spend $30 on drinks. And the next morning, what has that really gotten me? Did the drinking make me have a better time? I don’t know. And that money probably could have been better spent.
Still, going out dancing and drinking with friends is fun. Definitely.
yo nunca he entendido porque la gente va a bares teniendo la posibilidad de quedarse en su casa y emborracharse a más no poder sabiendo que despertarás en un lugar agradable abrazado de tu gato que seguramente te habrá arañado toda la cara y ahora estará asfixiado a tu lado. Eso si que es bello.
The bars on the windows remind me of sad days.
There are so many things that these bars are keeping out.
From the sun to the happiness of the blue skies, from the sight of birds to the smells of the rest of the world.
These bars are the reason why I’m so unhappy.
bars stand across your way
bars are places to drink
bars going on bicyles
monkey bars
trapeze bars
bars cannot bar
candy bars
bars are where men go when their wives kick you out, they’re the one escape these men have, the bottom of the mug they drink from doesn’t yell at them, doesn’t judge them, doesn’t believe they should do what they say or anything like that. these bars sometimes end in other bars, bars most people never want to see but plenty actually do.
In jail I’m unable to see who’s yelling in the corner. Shes yelling and saying she needs to get out or her baby will die. It’s hard to just stand there and not doing anything. I look through the bars and say “lady?”
the things men say to you when you work in a bar are really just shocking
Looking through the bars at our newest addition to the family. I cringed a little at the thought of having a rat in the house. Little did I know that she would grow on me so much, so fast.
The savage meeting spot of uncultured social wreckage. Are we speaking of drinking spots or prisons? …It’s all the same.
Bars could be signs of imprisonment. But to me they mean only one thing – chocolate. And I am craving for some. Chocolate bars are more precious to me than gold. And I could kill for some right now. Yum
when the sun goes down they creep like eels out of there homes and slither down to the bars. the perch like hawks along the side of the room, waiting for the perfect prey. they feed like vultures on the ones who’ve had too much, and take them home like a rodent to their nests before the sun peeks its head above the first blue mountain.
Are fun. It has been awhile, but all in all, they habve been fun. Thanks for the memories
So this guy walks into a bar and he asks the bartender for a bar of chocolate–and not something simple like Hershey’s; this guy prefers the rich, artisanal types of bars made out of ecologically resourced cacao beans from the Peruvian chocolate belt: seventy, eighty or ninety percent! The kind where the cocoa butter melts on the center of your tongue. The barkeep merely grins. She is herself a lover of dark chocolate and full, too, of her own dark secrets: a recently disbarred lawyer who is tending bar at night in order to bail her lover out from behind prison bars.
There were eighteen of them. Iron, cold, set. Unmovable. They together held me from what I saw as my life.
They say there’s always one thats the weakest.
jails, drunks, confinement. That’s what comes to mind when I see this word. If I was musically inclined, then perhaps I could envision a score of music being played. But sad to said, the first thing I thought of was jail. hmmmm. what does that say ?
bars at the night time in lexington kentucky are my favorite. everyone looks so confused because the favorite bar, the home bar was knocked down by the equestrian games. we are the games and we have no place to enjoy them
I cannot find the bars on my cell phone! I need to tell somebody that the bars on the fence are down, and the guy that usually fixes them is in the bar down the street. I may as well eat my peanut butter bars while I wait…
He slammed futilely against the iron bars of his jail cell, again and again and again. His pleas for escape went unacknowledged by the stoic guards outside, and he eventually collapsed to ground in dejection. Looking out the window, he saw that the sun was setting and that night would descend upon him soon.
mokey bars like children’s playground remind me of sixth grade, which was fun but sucked at the same time. i met a lot of friends there, not all of whom i’m still friendly with. graduating highschool was fun but sad, and tomorrow i start college classes. holy shit! how wonderful life is… :)
I don’t like being kept on one side of them.
across and within and against.
“naked as we came” he sang,
and I couldn’t help but sneeze,
the summer was full of fluff.
but it hurt and he knew why
and i didnt love him
but we still fucked.
someday I will learn.
passing the bar…
monkey bars…OOH, I loved the monkey bars when I was in grade school…this word takes me all the way back to kindergarten and some of the best friends and best teachers I ever had,
RAISE the bar: always strive to do better in your life than you did yesterday, last month, last year.
…always wanted to be the type of girl who could hold her own in one. Just go in slide onto a bar seat, order a drink, and not be bothered by convention and its restrictions, its bars….
Bars, cars, austomatic weapons. friendly foes, the nose grows, a pair of hoe’s you thought were pretty. even when you knew it’s the end
if i could go to some bars right now i would. good morning to me, let’s go to the bars. i need the substance to get me in the frame of mind for the shit job i have to do most days. serving people who go to bars and can afford to fill themselves with the most vile and beautiful things the planet has to offer. my eyes are barely open but my tongue is parched and ready.
are where you go to drink alcoholic beverages.
sometimes my mommy goes there then comes home and beats me. she cries a lot, my mom. i am sad i can hear her crying. she doesn’t make us dinner anymore. it’s all my fault. it wouldn’t be my fault if i ate it in the first place!
i went to a bar where my phone got no bars. i was in a fight and i was sent behind bars. nevertheless, i was barred from society. i like climbing monkey bars, no holds barred.