i look at the bars of the prison cell and wonder what i have doen to deserve this. i was merely standing up for myself, just defending myself. but this state doesn’t care about that. they only care that i killed a man.
Lauren
there were bars of soap all along the watch tower with windows that were also covered with bars, they blocked off rap artists who had sick bars of rap music they went to the bar to pick up girls and drink expensive drinks
josh
on a jail cell, drinking, alcohol, prison, its really sad how people can go to jail for drinking alcohol at a BAR with hot chicks working there
billy
Limits our borders our possibilities limited everything should not be measured just go and to
Alex W
prison, a room with only 3 walls, bars make it more
pthree
Too many nights in bars. Too many people and too many memories. None of them even hold much merit, but the fact that they’re so ever-present in our society and our friendships is terrifying. It would me so much more gratifying to spend a night in the forest, or on the plains watching the stars, or to ride out in the desert and see what else the world has to offer, if not for the damned expenses of our alcoholic habit, of our addiction to these bars.
Joshua
Chocolate bars. creamy and smooth, tasty and oh-so-good. Why can’t a candy bar be all good? Like everything, it has a bad side. Like me, like you.
Emma
bars describes the place I work. the fine line between good and evil. in some ways I agree with society but in others I dont. it pays my bills.
tibbartnellis
The bars are constantly being raised. Eventually we fall behind when we can’t keep up with the ever advancing world of pretty much everything. So, maybe if we stopped and slowed down for a few seconds, we could learn that instead of raising the bar, we should look for equanimity in the world.
Josh
The lady sat, hunched in the bar stool. Her shoulders caved around her thin body and her hair fell around her face, shrouding her eyes. The bartender leaned across the counter, peering into her dark eyes curiously.
kelly
I love bars. You meet the most intersting people in bars. I remember one night I met a woman in a bar and we talked for hours. I’m a straight girl by the way and the conversation was all about fashion. I got her number so that we could hang sometime and talk more. Turns out, she wasn’t straight and now she won’t stop calling me.
Dreamer
I’ve never been to a bar, and I don’t think that I want to go to one. Wait, that’s a lie, I do want to go to one, but only to make sure that what I think about them I correct. I don’t think that they’re bad places. I just don’t think that they are for me, and that’s want I want to confirm. I do however, love to go to coffee bars.
Cody Hamrick
Bars are commonly used in prisons to keep the prisoners from escaping the prison. There are also chocolate bars, for example. They’re delicious! Oh, and there are also bars, you know, pubs. Lotsa music, food and drinks.
lol
bars where I spent my college days – mostly the dixie chicken, watching dale and the rest of the me play pool while I drank Shiner beer, or Lone Star. There was only one ladies toilet so after a few beers I was mostly in line for the bathroom. Once a girl I didn’t know invitied me into the toilet with her…
Melinda Harvey
today i had absolutely no bars on my cell phone no matter where i went. i’ve decided that my my cell phone company is out to get me and that i might as well just not have a cell phone at all.
Lauren
The horizontal bars blocked my escape. But not for long for in my possession was a rare, limited-edition Star Wars: The Clone Wars DVD. With it I could escape into “Imagination Land” and away from my neighbor’s catcalls for my “luscious booty.” Too bad I had no DVD player.
Carl Shan
bars are full of alcohol and alcoholic people. the other day, one of my wife’s favorite actresses, kat dennings, was quoted as saying, “i don’t smoke, i don’t drink, and i don’t do drugs. and i don’t hang around any people who do.”
djdouglas
i leaned against the bars and dug around in my pocket for the lighter. after lighting a cigarette i cursed and dropped it, stamping it out with the sole of my shoe. she saw the puff of smoke, the flar e of the lighter
chris
bars.. dirty old men drinking brewskis.. trying to get with skanks..
if they did what they really wanted they’d end up behind
bars
rvd
Bars.. Yea! ok so like totally alice invited me to one.. and i like totaly said no and i was like.. uhh alice only hoes hangout at bars.. Duh as if!!
Carissa
constraining, limiting pieces of iron, preventing one from freedom. keeping others out, “barring” contact and connection.
brent
a prison. a cold dark prison. one of the detanies crys out that he is innocent as another is draged to a room where a scream rings out as the door clangs shut. dreams broken, crushed, destroyed.
Ian Hewitt
can be a lot of fun. Love when there is live music. Have not been to one in so long. Its what parenting does to your social life. hmmmm maybe I should plan a date night. Really would we go to a bar though?
Jeana
I’m being kept behind bars all the time and I can fucking break free. Everything is in reach, yet it’s so fucking unreachable. If only these bars would disappear, disintergrate by my touch I would be okay and I’d be able to reach you. I want to reach you. I need to reach you.
Polly
he was in prison. he had no hope. he was alone and dwelling on the ideas of what he could have done differently .. maybe he could still see his love. one day he would b free from this prison. free to touch her.. smell her..
Rose M.
bars are places where lonely people show off how interesting they are. bars are metal rods holding people in buildings where they cannot go out. bars are written in music. bars have no hold on me.
partridge nin
b beast
a armagedon
r rasta
s sex
meppel
Places where people go to have a drink, socialize, laugh, cry, drown sorrows, and celebrate victories.
Noel O'Brien
I’m sorry, Eileen, but I am not going with you to meet guys at bars! It’s not the sort of thing I’d *ever* be interested in, no matter how curious I am about the world. I mean, I might when I’m hypomanic, but if you use my hypomania to get me to do dumb things that I wouldn’t do when I’m stable, I’ll never speak to you again. But that’s besides the point. The point is, I’m not going with you to meet guys at bars. It seems quite boring to me, really, and I could be at home watching Doctor Who or something.
Later, dude.
Kathryn
holding the metallic bars with clenching hands we
seem to forget about the world within the dark and hope for the blue skies that we once thought we knew only thing is: we are in the belonging hole that welcomes our existence and we are the generation of damned that were born with the sole destiny of dropping ourselves off the cliff into the hole that we are in
kuri
bars of gold, bars of silver. why do we never see bars of silver? it’s always gold. and gold is overrated. well, not really. I could use some more. or some — i have none except in jewelry. i know someone who has some, though, and she likes it. or is that silver? i have some silver coins. they tarnish, like most things. i don’t tarnish. i get better.
Kathy
Looking out from between zebra stripes in my eyes, my jaguar skin and bison hooves thunder over familiar ground. I’ve been set free.
r.a.
I never enjoyed going to bars–too loud, no place to have a conversation, to really get together. And I don’t drink, not out of some sort of moral stiffness, but my body just can’t take it. So bars remain a bit of a mystery to me, or rather their attraction. A curiosity I am not entirely curious about.
Taddy
bars make people fucking act stupid as hell, i hate when people come over barred out, its so trashy
chandler
the screen glowed blue i the dusk. she sat, her whole life concentrated on those three green bars onscreen. this was the moment. this was her time
100%
maeve
Stuck behind bars. My life is a series of bars, observable through a bar graph. I am a statistic and nothing more. Prison inmate number 126446. The bar was set to high for me as a child, and they didn’t teach me how to do a pull-up. I can’t see them anymore, I can only see the bars. Their walls hold me in and there is no way for me to get out. I am bare to all and barred like an animal at the zoo. The only face I see is the reflective gaze of the security camera. The buzzes of the doors are my only conversation. My bars are my only companions. And still they will never be anything but bars.
Mike
I like going into bars. Not drink Bars, Iron bars. They reinforce Reality. Let you know that things are still there. They keep you in, some say. But I think they keep others out. What is worse, being held in from the good, or letting the bad in?
Dave
bars, the place of idiocy. alchohol is not ‘evil’, just a bad idea. depressed people drink it to forget their trobles, but it in itsself is a depressant.
Bob
mars bars? i like chocolate bars. you set the bar higher. you have standards for yourself, and you don’t know what is happening to you or even what to think anymore because nothing really makes sense sometimes. i feel like i’m regurgitating things, i really want to feel alive and sometimes i do but mostly i could just be a candy bar .
a
There are bars on my windows. I have no door, I have bars. But no one else sees.
The bars are on my heart, on my mind.
I love you but you don’t love me.
You put bars between us.
They’re suffocating me.
These bars.
I’m going insane.
I LOVE YOU.
You can hear that through the bars.
i look at the bars of the prison cell and wonder what i have doen to deserve this. i was merely standing up for myself, just defending myself. but this state doesn’t care about that. they only care that i killed a man.
there were bars of soap all along the watch tower with windows that were also covered with bars, they blocked off rap artists who had sick bars of rap music they went to the bar to pick up girls and drink expensive drinks
on a jail cell, drinking, alcohol, prison, its really sad how people can go to jail for drinking alcohol at a BAR with hot chicks working there
Limits our borders our possibilities limited everything should not be measured just go and to
prison, a room with only 3 walls, bars make it more
Too many nights in bars. Too many people and too many memories. None of them even hold much merit, but the fact that they’re so ever-present in our society and our friendships is terrifying. It would me so much more gratifying to spend a night in the forest, or on the plains watching the stars, or to ride out in the desert and see what else the world has to offer, if not for the damned expenses of our alcoholic habit, of our addiction to these bars.
Chocolate bars. creamy and smooth, tasty and oh-so-good. Why can’t a candy bar be all good? Like everything, it has a bad side. Like me, like you.
bars describes the place I work. the fine line between good and evil. in some ways I agree with society but in others I dont. it pays my bills.
The bars are constantly being raised. Eventually we fall behind when we can’t keep up with the ever advancing world of pretty much everything. So, maybe if we stopped and slowed down for a few seconds, we could learn that instead of raising the bar, we should look for equanimity in the world.
The lady sat, hunched in the bar stool. Her shoulders caved around her thin body and her hair fell around her face, shrouding her eyes. The bartender leaned across the counter, peering into her dark eyes curiously.
I love bars. You meet the most intersting people in bars. I remember one night I met a woman in a bar and we talked for hours. I’m a straight girl by the way and the conversation was all about fashion. I got her number so that we could hang sometime and talk more. Turns out, she wasn’t straight and now she won’t stop calling me.
I’ve never been to a bar, and I don’t think that I want to go to one. Wait, that’s a lie, I do want to go to one, but only to make sure that what I think about them I correct. I don’t think that they’re bad places. I just don’t think that they are for me, and that’s want I want to confirm. I do however, love to go to coffee bars.
Bars are commonly used in prisons to keep the prisoners from escaping the prison. There are also chocolate bars, for example. They’re delicious! Oh, and there are also bars, you know, pubs. Lotsa music, food and drinks.
bars where I spent my college days – mostly the dixie chicken, watching dale and the rest of the me play pool while I drank Shiner beer, or Lone Star. There was only one ladies toilet so after a few beers I was mostly in line for the bathroom. Once a girl I didn’t know invitied me into the toilet with her…
today i had absolutely no bars on my cell phone no matter where i went. i’ve decided that my my cell phone company is out to get me and that i might as well just not have a cell phone at all.
The horizontal bars blocked my escape. But not for long for in my possession was a rare, limited-edition Star Wars: The Clone Wars DVD. With it I could escape into “Imagination Land” and away from my neighbor’s catcalls for my “luscious booty.” Too bad I had no DVD player.
bars are full of alcohol and alcoholic people. the other day, one of my wife’s favorite actresses, kat dennings, was quoted as saying, “i don’t smoke, i don’t drink, and i don’t do drugs. and i don’t hang around any people who do.”
i leaned against the bars and dug around in my pocket for the lighter. after lighting a cigarette i cursed and dropped it, stamping it out with the sole of my shoe. she saw the puff of smoke, the flar e of the lighter
bars.. dirty old men drinking brewskis.. trying to get with skanks..
if they did what they really wanted they’d end up behind
bars
Bars.. Yea! ok so like totally alice invited me to one.. and i like totaly said no and i was like.. uhh alice only hoes hangout at bars.. Duh as if!!
constraining, limiting pieces of iron, preventing one from freedom. keeping others out, “barring” contact and connection.
a prison. a cold dark prison. one of the detanies crys out that he is innocent as another is draged to a room where a scream rings out as the door clangs shut. dreams broken, crushed, destroyed.
can be a lot of fun. Love when there is live music. Have not been to one in so long. Its what parenting does to your social life. hmmmm maybe I should plan a date night. Really would we go to a bar though?
I’m being kept behind bars all the time and I can fucking break free. Everything is in reach, yet it’s so fucking unreachable. If only these bars would disappear, disintergrate by my touch I would be okay and I’d be able to reach you. I want to reach you. I need to reach you.
he was in prison. he had no hope. he was alone and dwelling on the ideas of what he could have done differently .. maybe he could still see his love. one day he would b free from this prison. free to touch her.. smell her..
bars are places where lonely people show off how interesting they are. bars are metal rods holding people in buildings where they cannot go out. bars are written in music. bars have no hold on me.
b beast
a armagedon
r rasta
s sex
Places where people go to have a drink, socialize, laugh, cry, drown sorrows, and celebrate victories.
I’m sorry, Eileen, but I am not going with you to meet guys at bars! It’s not the sort of thing I’d *ever* be interested in, no matter how curious I am about the world. I mean, I might when I’m hypomanic, but if you use my hypomania to get me to do dumb things that I wouldn’t do when I’m stable, I’ll never speak to you again. But that’s besides the point. The point is, I’m not going with you to meet guys at bars. It seems quite boring to me, really, and I could be at home watching Doctor Who or something.
Later, dude.
holding the metallic bars with clenching hands we
seem to forget about the world within the dark and hope for the blue skies that we once thought we knew only thing is: we are in the belonging hole that welcomes our existence and we are the generation of damned that were born with the sole destiny of dropping ourselves off the cliff into the hole that we are in
bars of gold, bars of silver. why do we never see bars of silver? it’s always gold. and gold is overrated. well, not really. I could use some more. or some — i have none except in jewelry. i know someone who has some, though, and she likes it. or is that silver? i have some silver coins. they tarnish, like most things. i don’t tarnish. i get better.
Looking out from between zebra stripes in my eyes, my jaguar skin and bison hooves thunder over familiar ground. I’ve been set free.
I never enjoyed going to bars–too loud, no place to have a conversation, to really get together. And I don’t drink, not out of some sort of moral stiffness, but my body just can’t take it. So bars remain a bit of a mystery to me, or rather their attraction. A curiosity I am not entirely curious about.
bars make people fucking act stupid as hell, i hate when people come over barred out, its so trashy
the screen glowed blue i the dusk. she sat, her whole life concentrated on those three green bars onscreen. this was the moment. this was her time
100%
Stuck behind bars. My life is a series of bars, observable through a bar graph. I am a statistic and nothing more. Prison inmate number 126446. The bar was set to high for me as a child, and they didn’t teach me how to do a pull-up. I can’t see them anymore, I can only see the bars. Their walls hold me in and there is no way for me to get out. I am bare to all and barred like an animal at the zoo. The only face I see is the reflective gaze of the security camera. The buzzes of the doors are my only conversation. My bars are my only companions. And still they will never be anything but bars.
I like going into bars. Not drink Bars, Iron bars. They reinforce Reality. Let you know that things are still there. They keep you in, some say. But I think they keep others out. What is worse, being held in from the good, or letting the bad in?
bars, the place of idiocy. alchohol is not ‘evil’, just a bad idea. depressed people drink it to forget their trobles, but it in itsself is a depressant.
mars bars? i like chocolate bars. you set the bar higher. you have standards for yourself, and you don’t know what is happening to you or even what to think anymore because nothing really makes sense sometimes. i feel like i’m regurgitating things, i really want to feel alive and sometimes i do but mostly i could just be a candy bar .
There are bars on my windows. I have no door, I have bars. But no one else sees.
The bars are on my heart, on my mind.
I love you but you don’t love me.
You put bars between us.
They’re suffocating me.
These bars.
I’m going insane.
I LOVE YOU.
You can hear that through the bars.