Be my guide, show me the way. I need to find the place where I belong. I just want to be in someones arms who can hold me tight and protect me from myself.
Compass. Where oh where is my compass?
I need it, like I need the north star. But wait, aren’t they the same? Or, at least, have the same purpose?
Nonetheless, I need my compass like I need my family, guiding me along the way of life. I need it like I need my teachers in classes. I need it like I need this pointer arrow blinking to show where I am headed. I desperately need my compass.
Sara Zavorka
When I look at the compass in my hand
As much as I try
It only points to you
But I try to make it stop
erin
My life needs a compass. One with a specific direction in which I am to go. I am like a ship in a storm-tossed sea with no idea of what direction I am heading. Where will I end up? What should I do? These are the questions that plague me on a daily basis as I get closer and closer to that fast-approaching day of graduation.
I opened one of the many old boxes in the attic, which let out a mean cloud of dust into the air. After coughing and sneezing for a few minuets, I used my arms to clear the air. In the box was something wrapped in a cloth. It looked extremely old, which got me extremely curious. I unwrapped in and a compass fell out, it was old and elaborate, it also had my name written across it.
”My word, you do try hard.”
She wiped away the condensation from the windscreen and tried to guess where they were. The fog hid the mountains and sky, removing all landmarks and she knew the danger of relying on an internal compass to plan the path. Logic would win out over intuition any day.
this is the compass to our lives, the way that you smile and the way that i laugh, this is the sound of your steps and the thoughts of us, the gentle way that you hold my hand, the kisses i press upon your neck. this is the way that you choose to say goodbye, a murmur of appreciation and this is the beating of our hearts.
this is the direction you choose to go, and this is the direction i choose to leave.
kathryn
my compass, is it you? is it your love that guides me? the feeling of your warmth that’s brings me in? it seems like you are always due south, and that’s where I want to be! I don’t care where the compass takes me as long as it is in your direction.
Crystal
Direction
south
west
east
north
lost
found
pass
adventure
problems
issues
directionally challenged
everyone needs one
help
maybe
guessing
intuition
Bailey
I am running around in circles trying to figure out which direction I should go. If I go left towards the sun, am I heading east? And if so, does that mean my internal compass is directing me towards a more meditative lifestyle? Do I need to find my inner peace through a more contemplative lifestyle? Will the knots leave my back if I take some time to meditate? Or what if I choose to go north? Does that tell me… What? What does north symbolize? My love? Do I fear the connection or do I really want it? Am I prepared to connect for the rest of my life to my man from the north? He is really wonderful and keeps me moving in such a positive direction. But do I lose my voice again by being connected? I need to gain my moral strength, my internal compass to stay balanced, strong and focused.
Kk
Compass is about direction: wherevwe are and where we are going. Are we heading to somewhere and back to somewhere else? Everyone in different directions but heading to the same place.
Adil
Robin needed a compass. Not a moral compass, or anything trite. Not another fucking metaphor.
He needed a fucking compass. He was lost in these damnable trenches. Again. Signposts in all languages, offshoots, more trenches. Trench after trench after trench.
It was like a horrible, rat infested corn-maze. But poking your head above would result in it getting shot off.
She stared at the stars overhead. “A few degrees to the north, Mister Hamstein.” She shouted out to her first mate. She let a small smile slip unto her lips. They were almost there. She could feel it in her bones. Ten years they had been chasing this treasure, but now they were almost there.
I wasn’t lost
I had everything I needed
I knew who I was
I knew where I was
but I didn’t know where I was going
I still don’t
But some day I’ll have something to guide me to my destiny
a golden compass
and I won’t be scared of being forgotten
There’s this spinning compass in Pocahontas. In her dreams. And in reality it belongs to John Smith. Well, I mean in the Disney version. And she wonders what it means and if it’s pointing her to her destiny and then it’s pointing to him and sometimes I wonder, if I had a compass like that, where would it point me? Right now I guess it’s pointing towards the boy I’ve been spending the past week with. And when he leaves, who knows where it’ll go then. Maybe it’ll stay with him and maybe not. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I hope I find my way again.
the compass is a pretty old tool, it was first used to help people navigate on long journeys (im pretty sure first invented in china). SHows which way is north by using a megnetic needle. pretty sure thats where the saying opposites attract come from… maybe
Katie
It directs you. North. South. West. Its a symbol.. Compass’s can be a symbol. A compass can be a symbol to help direct your life, and send it in one direction or another. Let the compass direct you.
Claire
the compass tells directions, as in north south east or west. It is a magnetic needle that always points north. it isnt used as much today, in our soicety, as it was probably used in the past. Magentics, opposites attract.
Katie
Looking all around me, I cannot see a thing. North is west and south is east. Lost without my compass, keeping me from what it right. I want to know where I’m going and how to leave this darkest place. I feel trapped within the midnight black and only one thing can save me. Please save me.
Chris
I’m lost! Oh no I’m lost! I wish I had a compass.
I’ve been stuck in these words for almost 3 weeks. I was thrown from a plane which I thought was taking me to Prague.
Carolyn
He held the compass as straight as he could, watching the needle spin uncommitingly.
“Damn it all,” he muttered.
“What?” Lucy said, looking over his shoulder, picking at the ash still caked under her fingernails.
“The damn thing won’t work! Lindar.. he said it would. It did.. it did just a bit ago.”
Lucy watched the fading light bristle the mountains.
“It better work soon.”
Julie
i had a compass and it took me to different places. i explored the world and found myslef. i met different people and had alot of fun. then i looked down and realized it was broken the whole time. fuck compass
nathan carolin
The compass is a magical device that uses relativity and magic to tell people where they are in relation to a specific dot that doesn’t actually exist somewhere in a bleak landscape where you would be able to see anything if there was anything to see but there’s not much to see up there is there.
Andy Leighton
find our way through the dark,
guid us to our goal,
feel the weight on your shoulders,
our journey has only begun,
let’s keep going.
The compass points north. Of course it does, why am I expecting any different? Did I think that today was the day I was going to pull myself out of bed and actually get somewhere? Did I believe that somewhere out there, you were still waiting for me? No, because death comes to every human as surely as the compass always points north.
I was lost. Which way should I go? I found myself in a maze of thick green bushes…too tall to see over. There was only one goal – to emerge from the other side. It was starting to get dark, and I didn’t want to get caught in the maze in the dark. I pulled out my compass and followed my guts to go the correct direction.
Mariah
He looked at the compass in his palm. The needle kept spinning and spinning like a wheel going downhill. Then suddenly the needle came to a halt. It pointed away from him, slightly to the right. And there she stood: long, wavy, brown hair and stunningly blue eyes. She smiled at him. Now he thought he was turning himself like the needle of the compass in his hand did just a minute ago.
Carolin
she went north
her mother had told her
to find a man,
find a job
she found a threadbare rug
in the winter, she missed gathering dinner
but
she settled with what she was given
and finished her sweet-pea soup
like a good girl
gwen
he laid the compass on the rail, thinking to pick it up in a moment. Gazing out at the sea gulls that swirled out over the waves, he didn’t notice the compass as it slipped elegantly from the railing into the waiting water below. Disaster. Unnoticed.
Jennifer Einolf
It was a slow day. Sun edged just over the horizon and footsteps cast shadows across the cement. Heat sat in a haze, held by the thick walls of industry and mortor. With each turn and bend, we got lost in the concrete.
A compass is a tool to help guide us; not to mention, early explorers couldn’t find their way without it, navigating the seas during day. The compass is amazing, pointing to the north so we can tell exactly which way we’re going. Cool, eh?… I thought so too. Why am I doing this?… Meh.
Chase
Of course he never realized the impact his decisions and actions had on others. He never even realized how big an impact he was making that time when he killed some people in some place at some point in time. Why would he? He had lost his moral compass long before he became immortally immoral.
so how is your moral compass?
are you living an upright life?
are you good to others?
and do you lofty goals?
Robin
Directions. Don’t follow a set of directions or what way something says to go. Follow your heart! Do what you want and have a full sail at all times. Small steps or big, always go forward!
Deanna
It’s always unnervingly precise. Always unwavering, never changing, a constant. We could learn lots form the compass, so long as it doesn’t break. It relies on us as we do on it. A partnership, of sorts.
MiMi
I think I prefer to be spinning through space
my thoughts never coalescing into a dense robotic goal
I want to float and mix like dye in water
and to be an extended metaphor
rambling and unending, forever rippling and growing
into tangents and whirlpools
because without a compass, or direction
there is no knowing
and without knowing, you can choose to believe what ever you want
My compass is internal. We all have an internal compass the secret is just learning to listen and trust.
Trust yourself.
Debbie Dove
You seem lost. Alone on a boat, surrounded by darkness. But you have one thing in your pocket. One thing that’ll save your life. Your compass, which never abandoned you. It’ll show you the way. Your way.
Marnen
geography
map
north
boat
discovery
orientation
boyscout
golden
navigation
explorator
direction
Audrey
The compass took us far ito our journey south of the falls and twards the castle. Me and july fould ourselves going at a faster pace than intended and had
Be my guide, show me the way. I need to find the place where I belong. I just want to be in someones arms who can hold me tight and protect me from myself.
Compass. Where oh where is my compass?
I need it, like I need the north star. But wait, aren’t they the same? Or, at least, have the same purpose?
Nonetheless, I need my compass like I need my family, guiding me along the way of life. I need it like I need my teachers in classes. I need it like I need this pointer arrow blinking to show where I am headed. I desperately need my compass.
When I look at the compass in my hand
As much as I try
It only points to you
But I try to make it stop
My life needs a compass. One with a specific direction in which I am to go. I am like a ship in a storm-tossed sea with no idea of what direction I am heading. Where will I end up? What should I do? These are the questions that plague me on a daily basis as I get closer and closer to that fast-approaching day of graduation.
I opened one of the many old boxes in the attic, which let out a mean cloud of dust into the air. After coughing and sneezing for a few minuets, I used my arms to clear the air. In the box was something wrapped in a cloth. It looked extremely old, which got me extremely curious. I unwrapped in and a compass fell out, it was old and elaborate, it also had my name written across it.
”My word, you do try hard.”
She wiped away the condensation from the windscreen and tried to guess where they were. The fog hid the mountains and sky, removing all landmarks and she knew the danger of relying on an internal compass to plan the path. Logic would win out over intuition any day.
this is the compass to our lives, the way that you smile and the way that i laugh, this is the sound of your steps and the thoughts of us, the gentle way that you hold my hand, the kisses i press upon your neck. this is the way that you choose to say goodbye, a murmur of appreciation and this is the beating of our hearts.
this is the direction you choose to go, and this is the direction i choose to leave.
my compass, is it you? is it your love that guides me? the feeling of your warmth that’s brings me in? it seems like you are always due south, and that’s where I want to be! I don’t care where the compass takes me as long as it is in your direction.
Direction
south
west
east
north
lost
found
pass
adventure
problems
issues
directionally challenged
everyone needs one
help
maybe
guessing
intuition
I am running around in circles trying to figure out which direction I should go. If I go left towards the sun, am I heading east? And if so, does that mean my internal compass is directing me towards a more meditative lifestyle? Do I need to find my inner peace through a more contemplative lifestyle? Will the knots leave my back if I take some time to meditate? Or what if I choose to go north? Does that tell me… What? What does north symbolize? My love? Do I fear the connection or do I really want it? Am I prepared to connect for the rest of my life to my man from the north? He is really wonderful and keeps me moving in such a positive direction. But do I lose my voice again by being connected? I need to gain my moral strength, my internal compass to stay balanced, strong and focused.
Compass is about direction: wherevwe are and where we are going. Are we heading to somewhere and back to somewhere else? Everyone in different directions but heading to the same place.
Robin needed a compass. Not a moral compass, or anything trite. Not another fucking metaphor.
He needed a fucking compass. He was lost in these damnable trenches. Again. Signposts in all languages, offshoots, more trenches. Trench after trench after trench.
It was like a horrible, rat infested corn-maze. But poking your head above would result in it getting shot off.
She stared at the stars overhead. “A few degrees to the north, Mister Hamstein.” She shouted out to her first mate. She let a small smile slip unto her lips. They were almost there. She could feel it in her bones. Ten years they had been chasing this treasure, but now they were almost there.
I wasn’t lost
I had everything I needed
I knew who I was
I knew where I was
but I didn’t know where I was going
I still don’t
But some day I’ll have something to guide me to my destiny
a golden compass
and I won’t be scared of being forgotten
There’s this spinning compass in Pocahontas. In her dreams. And in reality it belongs to John Smith. Well, I mean in the Disney version. And she wonders what it means and if it’s pointing her to her destiny and then it’s pointing to him and sometimes I wonder, if I had a compass like that, where would it point me? Right now I guess it’s pointing towards the boy I’ve been spending the past week with. And when he leaves, who knows where it’ll go then. Maybe it’ll stay with him and maybe not. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I hope I find my way again.
the compass is a pretty old tool, it was first used to help people navigate on long journeys (im pretty sure first invented in china). SHows which way is north by using a megnetic needle. pretty sure thats where the saying opposites attract come from… maybe
It directs you. North. South. West. Its a symbol.. Compass’s can be a symbol. A compass can be a symbol to help direct your life, and send it in one direction or another. Let the compass direct you.
the compass tells directions, as in north south east or west. It is a magnetic needle that always points north. it isnt used as much today, in our soicety, as it was probably used in the past. Magentics, opposites attract.
Looking all around me, I cannot see a thing. North is west and south is east. Lost without my compass, keeping me from what it right. I want to know where I’m going and how to leave this darkest place. I feel trapped within the midnight black and only one thing can save me. Please save me.
I’m lost! Oh no I’m lost! I wish I had a compass.
I’ve been stuck in these words for almost 3 weeks. I was thrown from a plane which I thought was taking me to Prague.
He held the compass as straight as he could, watching the needle spin uncommitingly.
“Damn it all,” he muttered.
“What?” Lucy said, looking over his shoulder, picking at the ash still caked under her fingernails.
“The damn thing won’t work! Lindar.. he said it would. It did.. it did just a bit ago.”
Lucy watched the fading light bristle the mountains.
“It better work soon.”
i had a compass and it took me to different places. i explored the world and found myslef. i met different people and had alot of fun. then i looked down and realized it was broken the whole time. fuck compass
The compass is a magical device that uses relativity and magic to tell people where they are in relation to a specific dot that doesn’t actually exist somewhere in a bleak landscape where you would be able to see anything if there was anything to see but there’s not much to see up there is there.
find our way through the dark,
guid us to our goal,
feel the weight on your shoulders,
our journey has only begun,
let’s keep going.
The compass points north. Of course it does, why am I expecting any different? Did I think that today was the day I was going to pull myself out of bed and actually get somewhere? Did I believe that somewhere out there, you were still waiting for me? No, because death comes to every human as surely as the compass always points north.
I was lost. Which way should I go? I found myself in a maze of thick green bushes…too tall to see over. There was only one goal – to emerge from the other side. It was starting to get dark, and I didn’t want to get caught in the maze in the dark. I pulled out my compass and followed my guts to go the correct direction.
He looked at the compass in his palm. The needle kept spinning and spinning like a wheel going downhill. Then suddenly the needle came to a halt. It pointed away from him, slightly to the right. And there she stood: long, wavy, brown hair and stunningly blue eyes. She smiled at him. Now he thought he was turning himself like the needle of the compass in his hand did just a minute ago.
she went north
her mother had told her
to find a man,
find a job
she found a threadbare rug
in the winter, she missed gathering dinner
but
she settled with what she was given
and finished her sweet-pea soup
like a good girl
he laid the compass on the rail, thinking to pick it up in a moment. Gazing out at the sea gulls that swirled out over the waves, he didn’t notice the compass as it slipped elegantly from the railing into the waiting water below. Disaster. Unnoticed.
It was a slow day. Sun edged just over the horizon and footsteps cast shadows across the cement. Heat sat in a haze, held by the thick walls of industry and mortor. With each turn and bend, we got lost in the concrete.
A compass is a tool to help guide us; not to mention, early explorers couldn’t find their way without it, navigating the seas during day. The compass is amazing, pointing to the north so we can tell exactly which way we’re going. Cool, eh?… I thought so too. Why am I doing this?… Meh.
Of course he never realized the impact his decisions and actions had on others. He never even realized how big an impact he was making that time when he killed some people in some place at some point in time. Why would he? He had lost his moral compass long before he became immortally immoral.
so how is your moral compass?
are you living an upright life?
are you good to others?
and do you lofty goals?
Directions. Don’t follow a set of directions or what way something says to go. Follow your heart! Do what you want and have a full sail at all times. Small steps or big, always go forward!
It’s always unnervingly precise. Always unwavering, never changing, a constant. We could learn lots form the compass, so long as it doesn’t break. It relies on us as we do on it. A partnership, of sorts.
I think I prefer to be spinning through space
my thoughts never coalescing into a dense robotic goal
I want to float and mix like dye in water
and to be an extended metaphor
rambling and unending, forever rippling and growing
into tangents and whirlpools
because without a compass, or direction
there is no knowing
and without knowing, you can choose to believe what ever you want
My compass is internal. We all have an internal compass the secret is just learning to listen and trust.
Trust yourself.
You seem lost. Alone on a boat, surrounded by darkness. But you have one thing in your pocket. One thing that’ll save your life. Your compass, which never abandoned you. It’ll show you the way. Your way.
geography
map
north
boat
discovery
orientation
boyscout
golden
navigation
explorator
direction
The compass took us far ito our journey south of the falls and twards the castle. Me and july fould ourselves going at a faster pace than intended and had