Behind the flaking white paint jail bars his angry face danced with hatred. Injustice was a cruel thing, destroying more lives than the actual crime, pushing his thoughts into a negative downward spiral of vindictiveness.
Armand
I didnt know your were behing bars. yeah ive been working in pubs for years.
andythrobber
Musical bars mean everything. They divide songs hold it all together. You can do anything with them, change time signature, change key, change clef if you want. They are the basis for any good song.
Jason Slaven
There is no greater evil than a spot where you can hit on women and are encouraged to drink as much as you can afford. If only I wasn’t Irish.
pattyt
ladies standing in the line for the bathroom and as I came back I saw you staring at me from the other side of the room. I don’t go to bars anymore, they remind me of you.
Moka
i’ve been to a lot of bars in my life. but none were quite like this one. they people (or were they people?) around me seemed awfully pale to be from california. but who am i to judge? my allibaster skin tends to stand out as well.
emily
bars, like the bars in a jungle gym.
i climbed too high one day.
i slipped on the monkey bars, for i am not a monkey.
i didn’t have the skills i thought i did.
as a child we have to learn these things.
the bruises will reminds me.
don’t climb too high on the bars.
nabi
I hate bars, there is nothing but sleazy and creepy people in bars. Unless of course you are talking about monkey bars, a beautiful remembrance of childhood. In that case, I love bars. I could never really play well on the monkey bars, I always fell off, but childhood was fun. Or dance bars, to do ballet and stretching, also great bars. I love it! Totally worth while.
iJen
on windows or under slick pretty pieces of advertising holding morsels of sweetness, rolled oats or air
NWartist
Bars on the window, criss crossing through waves of light and space, a girl on a bed looking between the bars, wishing to move past them. Her white dress fades and the world around her fades and she is left naked and alone.
Kelsey
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
THIS IS MY VIEW
IT IS ALWAYS MY VIEW
IT WILL BE MY VIEW FOR THE NEXT TWO HUNDRED YEARS
FUCK GALACTIC PRISON
FUCK THE STARS
alexxxx
She was trapped, but her bars were not made of metal. No, they were made out of cribs and baby toys and soft food.
As she cradled her new born in her hands, she couldn’t help but think that this was the reason she was trapped. This was her jail.
josebachachicken
are for prisoners.
jane
drinking is one of the best things to do. bars are one of the better places to do one’s drinking. not only can you meet loads of interesting and equally inebriated people, but you can learn a thing or two while you’re at it. you may not remember who was met or what was said, but you’ll always have the hangover to remind you of it.
natalia
Bars to keep people behind –
Criminals or crime in check.
Bars can be a happy place too
Where you let go of your inhibitions
And try to relax.
Or be a spectator and see
How others try to let go –
Of their inhibitions,
While making a fool of themselves.
Sowmiya
Life is grand, isnt it….i love music the most it has a certain spirit, but then I love anything that isnt reality, i love old movies and musicals on broadway; those things are plays and not reality we live in. and I love it much more; our world is not the same, it used to be but now it as lowered stantards and morals seem to be thrown out the window.
Megan
My friends from work go out almost every weekend and I have to go home alone, all because I’m a year or so younger than them. It’s totally unfair because I’m so much more mature than they are. What’s so great about bars anyway?
Kelsey
bars of music linger here
bars of music make my fear
within the bars our lies made false
within those bars my life is cost
the music bars controll the world
the music bars help shame us…
Gabriel J. Mayhew
I don’t go to bars much anymore. I find them empty of anything that would contribute to my development as a decent human being. Although in moments of lust I remember . . .
Joey Joe Joe
Life is a wonder. Spend it in the breeze, with you feet wet in the sand, and a beautiful woman by your side. Release your Mind from the confines of limiting beliefs of yourself.
Will
Being at home feels somewhat like being behind bars. Ironically it is a prison in the sea of freedom that I am able to sink myself in. It is hard to not feel this way. No matter how much freedom I get, I still can’t shake the feeling that I am trapped without a way to escape.
Annie
I sit behind these bars of pain,
this pessimism that cages me,
keeps me down,
enrages me.
Myst
Bars of code cage you in this prison of memes. And in this prison you decay and degenerate. Meaning and beauty slip out of your life seamlessly as you plug yourself into the matrix, a willing slave to these internet shackles.
Y
an example of them are located in prisons.
They are creppy and non friendly.
I hate bars.
Chocolate.
Brenda Gonzalez
bars bars bars kinda sounds like bears. i’m a fan of bears, they are really cool animals. my favorite kind of bear is the panda bear, which isn’t actually a bear, it’s some sort of raccoon-monstrosity. something goofy like that. anyways. bears are pretty cool and were they nicer animals i’d get one as a pet or something.
eric.
I remember always going on monkey bars as a kid. I loved them-but was also very scared of them-fear of falling down. I also love chocolate bars. I try to keep myself motivated by raising the bar.
melissa
Never been to one. They look like fun, even though I don’t drink. Oh wait just kidding I have been to one but it was china pub, and they made shitty drinks. Does that count? I don’t think so. v\
Valencia
well, bars are all over the place. the worst bars are the ones in the trains. You’re grabbing a bar that has been touched by who knows how many other people!! Once i was holding on to a bar and i felt something drip on me….it was a mans sweat from his hand dripping on me..ewwww
Erika
Bars are camouflaged into sounds too; waterfalls on my neck, that feels fine; bars, I need some food; bars, I’m going home; please, take me there….
Kaizar
MMM I DONT REALLY NOW WHAT TO WRITE MAN
MONSE
the bars of the cold cell scared julie. she couldn’t see past the dark hallway but could hear the csounds of laughter from some far off room. they had forgotten about her, all alone in the back. nothing to eat or drink for days. she was alone, and dying.
allie
drinking and talking and meeting new people. bar at the 99. awesome when people dont want to sit at a table. bar stools. peanuts and coasters. jail and graphs. exam. handle bars. bars. bars. bars.
martha
These bars divide me from everyone… everything.
Divide me from my future.
They keep me here with the past, to watch my suffering.
No longer will I be able to separate from it.
No longer will I be able to move on to the future, where my suffering will cease.
These bars have sealed my fate.
These bars keep me with my past.
Maria
I like chocolate bars but not in bars that have bars at windows
bogdan
bars remind me of jail. but they also remind me of chocolate.
with this in mind, i conclude:
i have a love-hate relationship with bars.
danaë
I’ve been to bars only 2 times. Not an usual place to hang out for a Vietnamese decent girl. Weeds there. Flirts there. There’s always something about Westernized life that I can’t get used to
trang
drinks. places to hook up with girls. lots of immorality goes on there. one night stands. tequila. bartenders. beer. shots.
Naomi Pfeiffer
between them
lm
The bars are dark and quiet. Peaceful, to me. Hectic, to others. But I love the conversations and the scent of stale alcohol. The smells of despair and anger and beer-induced elation. It feeds me, the raw emotion, and makes me powerful.
Jenna
drinks, women, new people. a man sat a bar lonely and drinking because his family was a wreeck. nothgin else to do but resort to drinking was his life now.
fake ids
21
drunk. puking. one night stands
bartender. gay men
Behind the flaking white paint jail bars his angry face danced with hatred. Injustice was a cruel thing, destroying more lives than the actual crime, pushing his thoughts into a negative downward spiral of vindictiveness.
I didnt know your were behing bars. yeah ive been working in pubs for years.
Musical bars mean everything. They divide songs hold it all together. You can do anything with them, change time signature, change key, change clef if you want. They are the basis for any good song.
There is no greater evil than a spot where you can hit on women and are encouraged to drink as much as you can afford. If only I wasn’t Irish.
ladies standing in the line for the bathroom and as I came back I saw you staring at me from the other side of the room. I don’t go to bars anymore, they remind me of you.
i’ve been to a lot of bars in my life. but none were quite like this one. they people (or were they people?) around me seemed awfully pale to be from california. but who am i to judge? my allibaster skin tends to stand out as well.
bars, like the bars in a jungle gym.
i climbed too high one day.
i slipped on the monkey bars, for i am not a monkey.
i didn’t have the skills i thought i did.
as a child we have to learn these things.
the bruises will reminds me.
don’t climb too high on the bars.
I hate bars, there is nothing but sleazy and creepy people in bars. Unless of course you are talking about monkey bars, a beautiful remembrance of childhood. In that case, I love bars. I could never really play well on the monkey bars, I always fell off, but childhood was fun. Or dance bars, to do ballet and stretching, also great bars. I love it! Totally worth while.
on windows or under slick pretty pieces of advertising holding morsels of sweetness, rolled oats or air
Bars on the window, criss crossing through waves of light and space, a girl on a bed looking between the bars, wishing to move past them. Her white dress fades and the world around her fades and she is left naked and alone.
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
bars bars bars bars bars bars bars
THIS IS MY VIEW
IT IS ALWAYS MY VIEW
IT WILL BE MY VIEW FOR THE NEXT TWO HUNDRED YEARS
FUCK GALACTIC PRISON
FUCK THE STARS
She was trapped, but her bars were not made of metal. No, they were made out of cribs and baby toys and soft food.
As she cradled her new born in her hands, she couldn’t help but think that this was the reason she was trapped. This was her jail.
are for prisoners.
drinking is one of the best things to do. bars are one of the better places to do one’s drinking. not only can you meet loads of interesting and equally inebriated people, but you can learn a thing or two while you’re at it. you may not remember who was met or what was said, but you’ll always have the hangover to remind you of it.
Bars to keep people behind –
Criminals or crime in check.
Bars can be a happy place too
Where you let go of your inhibitions
And try to relax.
Or be a spectator and see
How others try to let go –
Of their inhibitions,
While making a fool of themselves.
Life is grand, isnt it….i love music the most it has a certain spirit, but then I love anything that isnt reality, i love old movies and musicals on broadway; those things are plays and not reality we live in. and I love it much more; our world is not the same, it used to be but now it as lowered stantards and morals seem to be thrown out the window.
My friends from work go out almost every weekend and I have to go home alone, all because I’m a year or so younger than them. It’s totally unfair because I’m so much more mature than they are. What’s so great about bars anyway?
bars of music linger here
bars of music make my fear
within the bars our lies made false
within those bars my life is cost
the music bars controll the world
the music bars help shame us…
I don’t go to bars much anymore. I find them empty of anything that would contribute to my development as a decent human being. Although in moments of lust I remember . . .
Life is a wonder. Spend it in the breeze, with you feet wet in the sand, and a beautiful woman by your side. Release your Mind from the confines of limiting beliefs of yourself.
Being at home feels somewhat like being behind bars. Ironically it is a prison in the sea of freedom that I am able to sink myself in. It is hard to not feel this way. No matter how much freedom I get, I still can’t shake the feeling that I am trapped without a way to escape.
I sit behind these bars of pain,
this pessimism that cages me,
keeps me down,
enrages me.
Bars of code cage you in this prison of memes. And in this prison you decay and degenerate. Meaning and beauty slip out of your life seamlessly as you plug yourself into the matrix, a willing slave to these internet shackles.
an example of them are located in prisons.
They are creppy and non friendly.
I hate bars.
Chocolate.
bars bars bars kinda sounds like bears. i’m a fan of bears, they are really cool animals. my favorite kind of bear is the panda bear, which isn’t actually a bear, it’s some sort of raccoon-monstrosity. something goofy like that. anyways. bears are pretty cool and were they nicer animals i’d get one as a pet or something.
I remember always going on monkey bars as a kid. I loved them-but was also very scared of them-fear of falling down. I also love chocolate bars. I try to keep myself motivated by raising the bar.
Never been to one. They look like fun, even though I don’t drink. Oh wait just kidding I have been to one but it was china pub, and they made shitty drinks. Does that count? I don’t think so. v\
well, bars are all over the place. the worst bars are the ones in the trains. You’re grabbing a bar that has been touched by who knows how many other people!! Once i was holding on to a bar and i felt something drip on me….it was a mans sweat from his hand dripping on me..ewwww
Bars are camouflaged into sounds too; waterfalls on my neck, that feels fine; bars, I need some food; bars, I’m going home; please, take me there….
MMM I DONT REALLY NOW WHAT TO WRITE MAN
the bars of the cold cell scared julie. she couldn’t see past the dark hallway but could hear the csounds of laughter from some far off room. they had forgotten about her, all alone in the back. nothing to eat or drink for days. she was alone, and dying.
drinking and talking and meeting new people. bar at the 99. awesome when people dont want to sit at a table. bar stools. peanuts and coasters. jail and graphs. exam. handle bars. bars. bars. bars.
These bars divide me from everyone… everything.
Divide me from my future.
They keep me here with the past, to watch my suffering.
No longer will I be able to separate from it.
No longer will I be able to move on to the future, where my suffering will cease.
These bars have sealed my fate.
These bars keep me with my past.
I like chocolate bars but not in bars that have bars at windows
bars remind me of jail. but they also remind me of chocolate.
with this in mind, i conclude:
i have a love-hate relationship with bars.
I’ve been to bars only 2 times. Not an usual place to hang out for a Vietnamese decent girl. Weeds there. Flirts there. There’s always something about Westernized life that I can’t get used to
drinks. places to hook up with girls. lots of immorality goes on there. one night stands. tequila. bartenders. beer. shots.
between them
The bars are dark and quiet. Peaceful, to me. Hectic, to others. But I love the conversations and the scent of stale alcohol. The smells of despair and anger and beer-induced elation. It feeds me, the raw emotion, and makes me powerful.
drinks, women, new people. a man sat a bar lonely and drinking because his family was a wreeck. nothgin else to do but resort to drinking was his life now.
fake ids
21
drunk. puking. one night stands
bartender. gay men