the girl at the corner was holding a sign that read “will work for food”. I saw her and automatically felt a rush of sadness, know she would probably be going home hungry tonight. I now crave to help all those in need, whether it be one dollar or oner hundred. My goal in life is to save, and be saved.
Kaleen Swantek
I love sitting in the corner of y bedroom. its really peaceful and its always soothes me. The best thing about sitting in a corner is that you feel really secure. The world may seem big but there is always that one place where you are wanted.
Corner is one corner of a particular room. It has 6 words. The cornermost part of the world is not there. Because earth is round, it’s not a square. It has south pole and north pole. The cornermost tip is kerela and tamil nadu in india. The cornermost part is a niche in the room.
Viveck
Its just around the corner. thats what ive known my whole life. its just around the next bend. the grass will get greener. but as i look back it never really got that much better by just me expecting it to. it seems that goals must be achieved. How odd.
a corner is safe, you don’t have to watch your back, especially a corner where you can see the door; keep the path to the door clear, always see your path to the door. What am I scared of?
From the corner of my eyes, I could see them, sitting side by side, fingers entwinned, bodies embraced. I remembered what it once felt like to be loved, to be treasured. But it was always my fault for screwing things up. It was always my paranoia of becoming attached; the abstract idea of becoming someone’s Special Something and eventually letting them down.
psychology class.
he (beautiful and brooding) used to sit in the far left corner.
next to the window.
it was presentation day.
friday afternoon.
i did a Grinch impression.
he laughed.
the most pleasant laugh.
i felt accomplished.
he went last.
he said
he’d been accepted to his first choice school.
he was going to pursue an engineering degree.
his knee was messed up too bad for him to keep playing football.
oh, and he hated his dad for abandoning him and his mom and his sister.
he laughed.
the saddest laugh.
the teacher said she suspected he had some pent up emotions he needed to get out.
he laughed, again.
a nervous laugh.
the teacher laughed.
embarrassed.
his friends
(and the people who always wished they were his friends) laughed.
theirs was laughter of those who completely missed the joke.
but on monday,
when the corner seat by the window was empty,
nobody laughed.
I was stuck, stuck again. This time, backed in. Deep in a corner. There was no way out. There is no way out. Pull me out of this steep corner. It’s getting harder to think, to breathe, to be in this corner.
corners are at the end of things. they are pointy. corners can cut people sometimes. but not all the time. If you have a corner on a piece off wood you should sand it down so it doesn’t hurt much when you touch it. I did that today in Hard Mat. So did lots of other people. Sqaures have 4 corners because they are cool.
Eva
Trapped in a corner. That’s where I am. Trapped, like in a spiders web, seeing no other way out than to.. to what? Break through the web? Untie the threads? Break the walls that are containing all the tenseness and bitterness? I wish.
“I’m sitting in the corner, alone in plain sight. The other kids look me over like how people look under their shoe when they see something disgusting. I don’t like it.”
I don’t believe in relegating anyone to a corner, putting them in a position where they feel less than a person.
Anon
at the corner we would sip on 40s.
it made sense then, and it made sense now .
we were caught in a melting pot
surrounded by our own stupidity
whatever we have left in the end helped us prepare for this moment, to the next stepping stones of our lives
Stumbleine
in the corner of my room sits a lamp. it gives light.
what else could you put in a corner?
i could hide something… maybe behind a bookshelf or pile of laundry.
why are there corners? why arent all rooms round around the edges?
it would only make sense… but then again we would just keep walking in circles.
His eyes were a passageway into himself, a certain unknown entry into a labyrinth that may or may not contain a mythical creature of himself, haunting the dead ends like a hungry bear. As he gazed into the mirror, his eyes themselves turned in their sockets and no longer received light but emitted it. He perceived the maze and it’s solution, but as well he saw the animal lurking amid the dark dead-ends. The shining light became brighter and he saw for the first time, another that crept inside of him, hiding.
i remember one time when I was a teenager my parents decided that we (my brother and I) needed some additional discipline. They’re brilliant idea was to make us stand with our nose in the corner when we were bad. This didn’t go over all that well. I think I was 14 the first– and only– time they tried it. From then on out we were just grounded like everyone else.
I walked around the corner. I hoped I would see you, but you had already left. Far away, I caught a glimpse of the silver in your hair. No more time to hold your hand. Only love left in my heart.
Carly Grote
On the corner of the infamous Glam Ave, a prostitute stood in a ragged leather jacket that looked too large for her to wear. The dimensions on her faces were slowly sagging. She looked old, yet she was only 26.
Yuri Ballzack
we made to be.
thus, just live yourself free
al or
there once was a girl, who was forced to walk to corner..by her father. to spite how much she hated it, and how much he hated making her, it was the only way for their family to make money. after her mother passed away from cancer, he father on disability, and her brother with illness…she had no choice.
Stephany
I am running to the corner
The table has corners
The Christmas tree was in the corner
My dog is in the corner
I live on the corner of the street
I ate the corner of the chocolate bar
Amelie
Dont cut the corner. Just keep going straight until you find a red post box. Once you hit the post box then turn to on the right corner and go straight again. Stop once you reach the tree and turn another corner from there. Spin around and sit down.
i sit and stare. staring at a point. a line. a corner. all i can think is how my life has come to a point. im stuck. i need to go forward but there’s only left and right. like a corner. i cant change it. i cant escape it.
sean
of the street gangs prostitutes piimps lemonade stand street sighn lights room time out corner back
erik zimmerman
“…she walked around the corner, it’s like she brought the sun with her…” These lyrics by Cage stuck in his head, replaying over and over every moment he thought about her. She was intoxicating. She was intriguing. She was gorgeous; and fun. But, most importantly, she was his. Watching her walk down the aisle in her white, ballgown, princess dress, he couldn’t help but smile. Every step she took was one step closer to him and their future together; his Princess, his Bride—his Sunshine.
im just around the corner from you im watching your every move that body is so entising i love every motion can i just come sit beside you or should i just stay back just hearing the sound of your voice makes me wish i was beside you holding and breathi
Babyboy567131
Again I get corner? I already wrote about this “corner”. I don’t understand this website’s obsession with corners! What’s the deal?! Is there something sexually attractive about corners?! Do they even have any other words?!
Tyler
‘So what’s the verdict Cor(o)ner?’
‘She definitely died ecstatic. She had found her corner in the world, you see.’
corners. that was what the street was made of. a few people huddling there, a cart here and metres of shimmering lace billowing in the wind. the street shop was indeed charming and ancient.
suriti
street building around my ears
over my shoulder, too much to carry
just follow your bliss
it´s a salvation
it´s enough to cover your pain
fernando
The corner is sharp, white, and pretty. This corner is unlike any other corner I’ve ever seen. It has a unique… vibe to it. i can’t put my finger on it, but there is something supernatural about this corner… Something… evil… I can’t tell what kind of evil or from where it came
Tyler
there are 4 corners in a rectangle.corner is the point where two edges meet.
she sat in the corner. the walls surrounding her. it felt comforting to her. unlike it would to most people. she didn’t feel trapped. it was the comfort she was looking for in the world. brought to her by 2 cold hard slabs of plaster. The walls like arms, giving her a hug. it was her comfort, that wall
Madeline Savoie
The corner store. A cornucopia of great finds, small items, knick knacks, 5-cent candies, last minute flowers. Anything you need to get through your day, bit by bit. It’s at the corner store. Childhood memories flow ..
Alex
There is a corner of this room where there are angels lurking beneath the deep dark beautiful mysterious one. The corner were the spider don’t go, the cobwebs don’t lay their old filth. The corner of majesty where I love to be at all times of the day.
the girl at the corner was holding a sign that read “will work for food”. I saw her and automatically felt a rush of sadness, know she would probably be going home hungry tonight. I now crave to help all those in need, whether it be one dollar or oner hundred. My goal in life is to save, and be saved.
I love sitting in the corner of y bedroom. its really peaceful and its always soothes me. The best thing about sitting in a corner is that you feel really secure. The world may seem big but there is always that one place where you are wanted.
Corner is one corner of a particular room. It has 6 words. The cornermost part of the world is not there. Because earth is round, it’s not a square. It has south pole and north pole. The cornermost tip is kerela and tamil nadu in india. The cornermost part is a niche in the room.
Its just around the corner. thats what ive known my whole life. its just around the next bend. the grass will get greener. but as i look back it never really got that much better by just me expecting it to. it seems that goals must be achieved. How odd.
a corner is safe, you don’t have to watch your back, especially a corner where you can see the door; keep the path to the door clear, always see your path to the door. What am I scared of?
From the corner of my eyes, I could see them, sitting side by side, fingers entwinned, bodies embraced. I remembered what it once felt like to be loved, to be treasured. But it was always my fault for screwing things up. It was always my paranoia of becoming attached; the abstract idea of becoming someone’s Special Something and eventually letting them down.
At the end of the street, he was thinking.. go arround the corner and see what’s up? or turn arround safely. A dilemma…
He thought… corner.. yes or no.
Turn the corner
turn the page
turn around
stand on a stage
get your praise
leave
age
i hate corners
they suck.
on this corner lay a dying man, clenching his last Old English, i’ll have you know that he was incredibly high while he left Earth.
psychology class.
he (beautiful and brooding) used to sit in the far left corner.
next to the window.
it was presentation day.
friday afternoon.
i did a Grinch impression.
he laughed.
the most pleasant laugh.
i felt accomplished.
he went last.
he said
he’d been accepted to his first choice school.
he was going to pursue an engineering degree.
his knee was messed up too bad for him to keep playing football.
oh, and he hated his dad for abandoning him and his mom and his sister.
he laughed.
the saddest laugh.
the teacher said she suspected he had some pent up emotions he needed to get out.
he laughed, again.
a nervous laugh.
the teacher laughed.
embarrassed.
his friends
(and the people who always wished they were his friends) laughed.
theirs was laughter of those who completely missed the joke.
but on monday,
when the corner seat by the window was empty,
nobody laughed.
I was stuck, stuck again. This time, backed in. Deep in a corner. There was no way out. There is no way out. Pull me out of this steep corner. It’s getting harder to think, to breathe, to be in this corner.
corners are at the end of things. they are pointy. corners can cut people sometimes. but not all the time. If you have a corner on a piece off wood you should sand it down so it doesn’t hurt much when you touch it. I did that today in Hard Mat. So did lots of other people. Sqaures have 4 corners because they are cool.
Trapped in a corner. That’s where I am. Trapped, like in a spiders web, seeing no other way out than to.. to what? Break through the web? Untie the threads? Break the walls that are containing all the tenseness and bitterness? I wish.
“I’m sitting in the corner, alone in plain sight. The other kids look me over like how people look under their shoe when they see something disgusting. I don’t like it.”
I don’t believe in relegating anyone to a corner, putting them in a position where they feel less than a person.
at the corner we would sip on 40s.
it made sense then, and it made sense now .
we were caught in a melting pot
surrounded by our own stupidity
whatever we have left in the end helped us prepare for this moment, to the next stepping stones of our lives
in the corner of my room sits a lamp. it gives light.
what else could you put in a corner?
i could hide something… maybe behind a bookshelf or pile of laundry.
why are there corners? why arent all rooms round around the edges?
it would only make sense… but then again we would just keep walking in circles.
His eyes were a passageway into himself, a certain unknown entry into a labyrinth that may or may not contain a mythical creature of himself, haunting the dead ends like a hungry bear. As he gazed into the mirror, his eyes themselves turned in their sockets and no longer received light but emitted it. He perceived the maze and it’s solution, but as well he saw the animal lurking amid the dark dead-ends. The shining light became brighter and he saw for the first time, another that crept inside of him, hiding.
i remember one time when I was a teenager my parents decided that we (my brother and I) needed some additional discipline. They’re brilliant idea was to make us stand with our nose in the corner when we were bad. This didn’t go over all that well. I think I was 14 the first– and only– time they tried it. From then on out we were just grounded like everyone else.
When I think of the word corner, I think of the expression “I just wanna go sit in the CORNER and cry” which is how I feel sometimes, not gunna lie.
Corner.
straathoek, ijsco’s ice cream, street, streetprostitutes, vending guys, geometric curves, mathematics
streetlighting
mac donalds
I walked around the corner. I hoped I would see you, but you had already left. Far away, I caught a glimpse of the silver in your hair. No more time to hold your hand. Only love left in my heart.
On the corner of the infamous Glam Ave, a prostitute stood in a ragged leather jacket that looked too large for her to wear. The dimensions on her faces were slowly sagging. She looked old, yet she was only 26.
we made to be.
thus, just live yourself free
there once was a girl, who was forced to walk to corner..by her father. to spite how much she hated it, and how much he hated making her, it was the only way for their family to make money. after her mother passed away from cancer, he father on disability, and her brother with illness…she had no choice.
I am running to the corner
The table has corners
The Christmas tree was in the corner
My dog is in the corner
I live on the corner of the street
I ate the corner of the chocolate bar
Dont cut the corner. Just keep going straight until you find a red post box. Once you hit the post box then turn to on the right corner and go straight again. Stop once you reach the tree and turn another corner from there. Spin around and sit down.
i sit and stare. staring at a point. a line. a corner. all i can think is how my life has come to a point. im stuck. i need to go forward but there’s only left and right. like a corner. i cant change it. i cant escape it.
of the street gangs prostitutes piimps lemonade stand street sighn lights room time out corner back
“…she walked around the corner, it’s like she brought the sun with her…” These lyrics by Cage stuck in his head, replaying over and over every moment he thought about her. She was intoxicating. She was intriguing. She was gorgeous; and fun. But, most importantly, she was his. Watching her walk down the aisle in her white, ballgown, princess dress, he couldn’t help but smile. Every step she took was one step closer to him and their future together; his Princess, his Bride—his Sunshine.
Dejected,
Alone,
Lost,
Abandoned.
They threw me in the corner because I didn’t agree with them.
im just around the corner from you im watching your every move that body is so entising i love every motion can i just come sit beside you or should i just stay back just hearing the sound of your voice makes me wish i was beside you holding and breathi
Again I get corner? I already wrote about this “corner”. I don’t understand this website’s obsession with corners! What’s the deal?! Is there something sexually attractive about corners?! Do they even have any other words?!
‘So what’s the verdict Cor(o)ner?’
‘She definitely died ecstatic. She had found her corner in the world, you see.’
corners. that was what the street was made of. a few people huddling there, a cart here and metres of shimmering lace billowing in the wind. the street shop was indeed charming and ancient.
street building around my ears
over my shoulder, too much to carry
just follow your bliss
it´s a salvation
it´s enough to cover your pain
The corner is sharp, white, and pretty. This corner is unlike any other corner I’ve ever seen. It has a unique… vibe to it. i can’t put my finger on it, but there is something supernatural about this corner… Something… evil… I can’t tell what kind of evil or from where it came
there are 4 corners in a rectangle.corner is the point where two edges meet.
she sat in the corner. the walls surrounding her. it felt comforting to her. unlike it would to most people. she didn’t feel trapped. it was the comfort she was looking for in the world. brought to her by 2 cold hard slabs of plaster. The walls like arms, giving her a hug. it was her comfort, that wall
The corner store. A cornucopia of great finds, small items, knick knacks, 5-cent candies, last minute flowers. Anything you need to get through your day, bit by bit. It’s at the corner store. Childhood memories flow ..
There is a corner of this room where there are angels lurking beneath the deep dark beautiful mysterious one. The corner were the spider don’t go, the cobwebs don’t lay their old filth. The corner of majesty where I love to be at all times of the day.