nothing there, shut off, away from the world, no accesss, end of the world, final, close-minded, a refusal to accept new ideas or possibilities, a sad lonly, isolated existence, a
Paul Johnson
I hated that sign. It read “closed”. How could it be closed? Behind that sign was what I had been saving my money for for over three years and now, on the last day of its availablity, it said “closed”.
Emma
This is where the window is closed. Weak sunlight pouring through, glinting off a bed of ice encrusted snow. The coldness smiles on the silent and untouched outdoors. This is where the window sits closed, a barricade against the warmth inside, trapping my heart in place.
What happens when a doors closed? At first it appears like you have no other way but when a door closes another always opens, all you need to do is ask yourself where? And to find it! Opportunities spring themselves upon us we don’t know were and when but when the door closes you should always you better be looking.
Bisher
Is it bad that the first thing that comes to mind is closed and open spaces, like topological spaces? And after that, closed windows. Why? Because mine NEVER STAY CLOSED. . . and bugs get in. . . and they fly into the lighting and die, and their bodies pile up in there. It’s not fair. All I want is my windows to stay closed. Is that so much to ask for?
Often my walls are up and my doors are closed.
I don’t want it to seem like I am hiding in my own private perfect castle, but that’s the truth.
I just don’t think I’m ready to let anyone in.
My bed is untouched. I’m untouched.
The door is closed. You cannot go through. Closed means that option is no longer available. If something is closed you cannot do it. Closed is the opposite of open. A good metaphor for closed is a solid wall. Closed is not a door.
the door was closed but it had made no noise, so I wonderedifit was truly someone leaving or arriving to see all my new images for my photography show.
Rob Carnak
Because of her parents’ rocky marriage, she’d decided at an early age to close herself off to everyone. In contrast with most people, she rejected any efforts for human connection. She believed that everyone was self-interested, so anyone who tried to get closer to her, she decided, was simply trying to take advantage of her.
I went to the mall and it was closed. I needed to go to the mall because i have five siblings and i needed to do some last minute Christmas shopping. If i didn’t find a place that wasn’t closed then no one in my family would have any Christmas presents. I really needed to find a place that wasn’t closed and FAST!
Tommy Weeks
I am closed. To you and what we have, because it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m closed to what we could be, and where I’m going. I think I’ll just stay here and make the most of what I’m doing now. I feel like we could do something amazing, but this closure is too much for me to overcome. I can’t make this work, and neither can you, so let’s just let it be. Maybe someday things will be different, maybe we can open up again and fix what we’ve done. But for now, closing off is all I know how to do.
Leah
Whatever doors we find closed, there are always another pair that is waiting to be open.
However hard we try to figure the perfect solution for being accepted, it is always within us, in an irrational manner, how we choose to be looked at. We will never be copied.
You closed the door shortly after I opened it as irritating as that was since you begged and begged since we were teens for a chance you said we’d be married some day and I always laughed and rolled my eyes until it hit me smack in the face and I was open to the possibilities so when you are no longer allowed in remember, you walked out and closed the door.
why cant i get in its always closed and never open it makes me angry because all i want to do is go in and the sign is always there saying closed.
nik
The door in front of me was closed, but I had to get inside. I had to hide somewhere. The man was coming, I could hear him calling out. Yelling, I threw the whole force of my body against the door. It budged, but just barely. I pushed again and again, until there was just enough space for me to get through.
I find myself closed in my own body. It is not that I didn’t feel well inside, but it was the fear that somebody else might see me for who I am. I was so disappointed with me lately that this situation brought the best possible scenario for me. I wanted to make things right.
srecko borse
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed.” Angelo said as he heard the door open behind him. Turning around to face the customer, his blood ran cold. “You…! What are you doing here!?”
open
it is noght
food
i hate where i work
damn traffic
couldda shouldda wouldda
paulof
today, the shop was closed. of all the days…
but then isn’t that how the cookie crumbles.
and today, obviously, it won’t crumble in my mouth.
maybe i’ll have a froyo instead.
bia
A million words would not be able to express what it means, to be run off, to be shut into another world, a world without you. You ask that I explain, that I tell you what I’m thinking, why it is I’m this way. All I can say is that if you went through even half of what I went through for you, you wouldn’t be asking.
sealed, isolated, refused, off limits, do not enter, expelled, you cannot be here anymore, never return, unwanted, refused.
andrew
That restaurant is closed. But no worries, I didn’t want to go there anyways. I’d rather be home, with him, in his arms. Safe. Happy. Protected. There’s no other feeling like it; to be with him. I could spend my life with him and never, EVER, get tired of him. It’s impossible.
That restaurant is closed. But no worries, I didn’t want to go there anyways. I’d rather be home, with him, in him arms. Safe. Happy. Protected. There’s no other feeling like it; to be with him. I could spend my life with him and never. EVER. Get tired of him. It’s impossible.
Taylor
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I counted back from ten. I thought about you getting torn apart by chainsaws dipped in acid. I thought about you having an allergic reaction that made your face all squishy. It helped a little.
I closed the door, and heart a cry from afar. I wondered if I had closed my heart to the world, and that my soul was crying; defeated. Looking out the broken windows; stepping on the shards and allowing blood drops to drip, I wondered, pondered. I feel a sense of half-death I cannot explain in my heart.
L. Latte
I closed my heart. It was easy to do. Just turn away and never look back. Move forward and never look back. And know that it will never be opened again. Never.
From his point of vantage he watched as they were led through the heavy bolted gates into the stark brickwork cabin. As the last ragged member is solemnly ushered inside, the two flanking guards reach either gate and heave against them. As the doors ratchet shut, he imagines the dozens of Unsuitables pressed inside: huddled against one another, forming a collective warmth and odour, and… something….
Ian
The door closed behind me. I felt embarrassed. How could I have told her I love her. I know so well she doesn’t love me. Not in that way, at least.
The door was closed. Quickly and quietly the man ran and jumped the gate at the far end of the driveway, he already knew it would be too late. If the door was closed, surely that meant that those inside didnt make it out. He had only one chance left.. to make it to the jewel before it did. Panic setting in he bagan frantically looking around for an alternate route.
Codee
Andrew had been saving up for the transistor-powered dancing squirrel-monkey hybrid doll for months now. He had saved every penny from every chore, every birthday check and every tooth fairy dollar for the last 4 years. Just this week, he had finally saved enough money and camped out from 4am in front of Ted’s Robot Hobbytorium, anxiously awaiting its opening. Looking down at his clock-clip he saw it was 9:15 AM. At 9:30, the 18th time he’d checked his clock-clip, no movement had arisen around the store. He looked up at the door for the first time. A salty trickle slid down his face as, for the first time, he read the sign, “Out of Business. Closed.”
richpee
The door closed with a bang, causing Kathy to jump. The room was dark, lit only by the light of a single candle. The air was thick with dust and the smell of damp.
Isobel East
The door was closed. She stood in front of it, staring into the wood with its ornamental carvings, unsure whether to bang against it or just walk away. The vines and leaves of the carvings became blurry as her eyes filled with tears. And then, suddenly, they seemed to move, shiver in the freezing wind. She blinked, wiped her tears and touched the wood. The vines unraveled under her touch, clearing a way.
The door was closed. I’ve never seen that door closed before. His office was always open for me to come in, I never even had to turn the handle. But today, the light was off, the door was closed and locked. I felt betrayed, left out. Where was he? And moreover, why wasn’t he here?
Stephanie
I want to close this book because I am afraid and I’ve never read a book that makes me scared to walk out my own room and use a toilet because I’m paranoid that the hand of my ex-boyfriend will reach through and molest me while I pee. But the thing is, I can’t put the book down. It’s four in the morning and I’ve but up since eleven in the morning, and I can’t stop with a hundred pages to go, can I?
Doors windows minds none letting in anything not thoughts like flies on a hot day trying to escape the heat and frustration crowding in from outside no relief no
Hitjevi
it is a lovely word it is a new beggining every end is a new start . the door was closed means a lonleiness starts
tr
Holding the journal on her lap, and staring out past the edges of the canopy bed’s curtain, Phee sighed softly. Out of habit, she opened and closed her journal’s cover, nervously trying to plan and react to the latest elf-mail she had received. So she was to be meeting the named heir of the Chimeron crown in a mere fortnight.
I often find that I am a closed individual. Closed and cloistered. Much like an oyster concealing a pearl. But I’m not sure if there’s really something good about that pearl. It’s something created out of irritation and I don’t think there are many people who want to deal with that. I might be closed-minded because I’m introverted. But that isn’t the meaning. Extroverts are open, introverts are closed, that’s just how today’s thinking goes.
nothing there, shut off, away from the world, no accesss, end of the world, final, close-minded, a refusal to accept new ideas or possibilities, a sad lonly, isolated existence, a
I hated that sign. It read “closed”. How could it be closed? Behind that sign was what I had been saving my money for for over three years and now, on the last day of its availablity, it said “closed”.
This is where the window is closed. Weak sunlight pouring through, glinting off a bed of ice encrusted snow. The coldness smiles on the silent and untouched outdoors. This is where the window sits closed, a barricade against the warmth inside, trapping my heart in place.
What happens when a doors closed? At first it appears like you have no other way but when a door closes another always opens, all you need to do is ask yourself where? And to find it! Opportunities spring themselves upon us we don’t know were and when but when the door closes you should always you better be looking.
Is it bad that the first thing that comes to mind is closed and open spaces, like topological spaces? And after that, closed windows. Why? Because mine NEVER STAY CLOSED. . . and bugs get in. . . and they fly into the lighting and die, and their bodies pile up in there. It’s not fair. All I want is my windows to stay closed. Is that so much to ask for?
Often my walls are up and my doors are closed.
I don’t want it to seem like I am hiding in my own private perfect castle, but that’s the truth.
I just don’t think I’m ready to let anyone in.
My bed is untouched. I’m untouched.
The door is closed. You cannot go through. Closed means that option is no longer available. If something is closed you cannot do it. Closed is the opposite of open. A good metaphor for closed is a solid wall. Closed is not a door.
the door was closed but it had made no noise, so I wonderedifit was truly someone leaving or arriving to see all my new images for my photography show.
Because of her parents’ rocky marriage, she’d decided at an early age to close herself off to everyone. In contrast with most people, she rejected any efforts for human connection. She believed that everyone was self-interested, so anyone who tried to get closer to her, she decided, was simply trying to take advantage of her.
I went to the mall and it was closed. I needed to go to the mall because i have five siblings and i needed to do some last minute Christmas shopping. If i didn’t find a place that wasn’t closed then no one in my family would have any Christmas presents. I really needed to find a place that wasn’t closed and FAST!
I am closed. To you and what we have, because it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m closed to what we could be, and where I’m going. I think I’ll just stay here and make the most of what I’m doing now. I feel like we could do something amazing, but this closure is too much for me to overcome. I can’t make this work, and neither can you, so let’s just let it be. Maybe someday things will be different, maybe we can open up again and fix what we’ve done. But for now, closing off is all I know how to do.
Whatever doors we find closed, there are always another pair that is waiting to be open.
However hard we try to figure the perfect solution for being accepted, it is always within us, in an irrational manner, how we choose to be looked at. We will never be copied.
You closed the door shortly after I opened it as irritating as that was since you begged and begged since we were teens for a chance you said we’d be married some day and I always laughed and rolled my eyes until it hit me smack in the face and I was open to the possibilities so when you are no longer allowed in remember, you walked out and closed the door.
why cant i get in its always closed and never open it makes me angry because all i want to do is go in and the sign is always there saying closed.
The door in front of me was closed, but I had to get inside. I had to hide somewhere. The man was coming, I could hear him calling out. Yelling, I threw the whole force of my body against the door. It budged, but just barely. I pushed again and again, until there was just enough space for me to get through.
I find myself closed in my own body. It is not that I didn’t feel well inside, but it was the fear that somebody else might see me for who I am. I was so disappointed with me lately that this situation brought the best possible scenario for me. I wanted to make things right.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed.” Angelo said as he heard the door open behind him. Turning around to face the customer, his blood ran cold. “You…! What are you doing here!?”
open
it is noght
food
i hate where i work
damn traffic
couldda shouldda wouldda
today, the shop was closed. of all the days…
but then isn’t that how the cookie crumbles.
and today, obviously, it won’t crumble in my mouth.
maybe i’ll have a froyo instead.
A million words would not be able to express what it means, to be run off, to be shut into another world, a world without you. You ask that I explain, that I tell you what I’m thinking, why it is I’m this way. All I can say is that if you went through even half of what I went through for you, you wouldn’t be asking.
sealed, isolated, refused, off limits, do not enter, expelled, you cannot be here anymore, never return, unwanted, refused.
That restaurant is closed. But no worries, I didn’t want to go there anyways. I’d rather be home, with him, in his arms. Safe. Happy. Protected. There’s no other feeling like it; to be with him. I could spend my life with him and never, EVER, get tired of him. It’s impossible.
That restaurant is closed. But no worries, I didn’t want to go there anyways. I’d rather be home, with him, in him arms. Safe. Happy. Protected. There’s no other feeling like it; to be with him. I could spend my life with him and never. EVER. Get tired of him. It’s impossible.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I counted back from ten. I thought about you getting torn apart by chainsaws dipped in acid. I thought about you having an allergic reaction that made your face all squishy. It helped a little.
I closed the door, and heart a cry from afar. I wondered if I had closed my heart to the world, and that my soul was crying; defeated. Looking out the broken windows; stepping on the shards and allowing blood drops to drip, I wondered, pondered. I feel a sense of half-death I cannot explain in my heart.
I closed my heart. It was easy to do. Just turn away and never look back. Move forward and never look back. And know that it will never be opened again. Never.
From his point of vantage he watched as they were led through the heavy bolted gates into the stark brickwork cabin. As the last ragged member is solemnly ushered inside, the two flanking guards reach either gate and heave against them. As the doors ratchet shut, he imagines the dozens of Unsuitables pressed inside: huddled against one another, forming a collective warmth and odour, and… something….
The door closed behind me. I felt embarrassed. How could I have told her I love her. I know so well she doesn’t love me. Not in that way, at least.
I wish I could turn back time.
i am closed.
at least that’s what i’m told.
i don’t open very well.
that’s what happens to hinges when they’re not used.
i’m so used to staying shut and shut down that i’m not sure i remember any more how to open.
but i’m trying. committed to prying myself open.
so people can see what’s there.
Blackness
No light to guide me
A cold wall
Slam shut
closed
No way to move forward
closed
No way to turn back
closed…
The door was closed. Quickly and quietly the man ran and jumped the gate at the far end of the driveway, he already knew it would be too late. If the door was closed, surely that meant that those inside didnt make it out. He had only one chance left.. to make it to the jewel before it did. Panic setting in he bagan frantically looking around for an alternate route.
Andrew had been saving up for the transistor-powered dancing squirrel-monkey hybrid doll for months now. He had saved every penny from every chore, every birthday check and every tooth fairy dollar for the last 4 years. Just this week, he had finally saved enough money and camped out from 4am in front of Ted’s Robot Hobbytorium, anxiously awaiting its opening. Looking down at his clock-clip he saw it was 9:15 AM. At 9:30, the 18th time he’d checked his clock-clip, no movement had arisen around the store. He looked up at the door for the first time. A salty trickle slid down his face as, for the first time, he read the sign, “Out of Business. Closed.”
The door closed with a bang, causing Kathy to jump. The room was dark, lit only by the light of a single candle. The air was thick with dust and the smell of damp.
The door was closed. She stood in front of it, staring into the wood with its ornamental carvings, unsure whether to bang against it or just walk away. The vines and leaves of the carvings became blurry as her eyes filled with tears. And then, suddenly, they seemed to move, shiver in the freezing wind. She blinked, wiped her tears and touched the wood. The vines unraveled under her touch, clearing a way.
The door was closed. I’ve never seen that door closed before. His office was always open for me to come in, I never even had to turn the handle. But today, the light was off, the door was closed and locked. I felt betrayed, left out. Where was he? And moreover, why wasn’t he here?
I want to close this book because I am afraid and I’ve never read a book that makes me scared to walk out my own room and use a toilet because I’m paranoid that the hand of my ex-boyfriend will reach through and molest me while I pee. But the thing is, I can’t put the book down. It’s four in the morning and I’ve but up since eleven in the morning, and I can’t stop with a hundred pages to go, can I?
November 28th, 2010. 4:12am.
Doors windows minds none letting in anything not thoughts like flies on a hot day trying to escape the heat and frustration crowding in from outside no relief no
it is a lovely word it is a new beggining every end is a new start . the door was closed means a lonleiness starts
Holding the journal on her lap, and staring out past the edges of the canopy bed’s curtain, Phee sighed softly. Out of habit, she opened and closed her journal’s cover, nervously trying to plan and react to the latest elf-mail she had received. So she was to be meeting the named heir of the Chimeron crown in a mere fortnight.
I often find that I am a closed individual. Closed and cloistered. Much like an oyster concealing a pearl. But I’m not sure if there’s really something good about that pearl. It’s something created out of irritation and I don’t think there are many people who want to deal with that. I might be closed-minded because I’m introverted. But that isn’t the meaning. Extroverts are open, introverts are closed, that’s just how today’s thinking goes.