I sometimes sit in it to think and read and write. I love my corner I love the peace it gives me and the comfort I feel when I sit there and think of the imaginary world. My corner gives me life to a dull day. I love my corner. dear corner don’t ever leave me.
Christian
Over and under; around the corner; jumping over the black-yellow obstacle. We dash as if it were out last; outrunning air toward a goal that we cannot yet fathom. Only the chase counts; only the last breath at the end of the line is worth the effort.
Kendrick Ong
A corner is an edge. There are four corners on a square, three on a triangle, and none of a circle. The cornerstone is the starting point point or main point of a building.
Lora
sitting in a corner gives you a pretty good view of your surroundings.. everything you can see. two walls that come to a point form the corner so if you’re in that corner this means that you have two walls to your back – nothing to see there – and the rest of the room is visible.. and having the ability to view your surroundings completely is a good place to be. Blind is not. Unfortunately, life is not lived in a corner, but in wide open spaces where we cannot see every angle and are often blindsided. do not fret though as this can be a good thing. some of life’s most pleasant occurrances are those which we do not expect. especially when we are blindsided by love. this is the ultimate.
The corner of my eye seems to reveal the most secrets. People think I can’t see them, but I can. The corner of my eye reveals everything. Including their biggest secrets they’ve tried to keep away from me. Even them.
Jillian
The corners:
One: my desk. i disliked that desk because it was brown and the rest of my furniture is white. Now its covered with books so it doesn’t matter anyway.
Two: the door, a pink wicker trash can.
Three: my bed. ideally located out of view from the door.
Four: a pile of laundry. Literaly always a pile of laundry
I went to the corner to see if Allen was there at the deli-cum-liquor store in the run-down stretch of my white poor southern neighborhood. Allen kept the store open 24 hours. I don’t know if he slept. Occasionally a 12 year old kid from down the street took over while Allen popped off for a nip.
Nick
corner corner corner they are everywhere here there they are just there they have to be it cant be without them he he he corner corner corner and the corner
vishal ravlani
the corner,
when can I stop?
I feel my body giving out.
I think others see it too.
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
it’s like it beckons me,
when I am in need,
it comforts me.
I need help Momma,
can you see me now?
Tyler
corner.
people waiting,watching, wondering, looking. people hanging out, meeting eachother.
but don’t corner yourself in on all the possibilities in the world. be open to change.
be open to love. be open to new opportunities, relish in your dreams. allow yourself to be free.
danielle
In the corner you see a small child. You don’t know who it is… You just know that the child has no family. You feel bad but don’t want to cross that line that leads you out of you box. So all you do is watch the small child. Just sitting in that corner doing nothing but staring at the blank wall.
Mandy
Dets was one corner. Just in time. Cum with me to paradise. Don worry be happy.
Nikola
sometimes we paint ourselves into these. Some of us associate corners with the place we received “time out.” I prefer to think of corners in terms of “turning” one. It’s a new chapter. A new start. A new adventure. I love reaching the corner.
Scott Ross
On the corner. That’s the first phrase I thought of upon seeing the word. On the corner is the end to everything, the end of anger, the end of sadness, and the end of struggle. On the corner.
The corner were I saw you… you were all alone. I felt that way too, but surrounded by so many other people. I wanted to be there. In that corner. With you. I would feel so much less lonely. But there I was, surrounded by all those people, alone.
Nelly
there was a corner. and she stood on it and waved to her mother. on the corner was where her mother worked. as a hooker. not like a drugstore or anything. so she said goodbye. because her mother was a whore. and she was not. so she had to move on. and that was the end of that. although things could have been better. but corners are pointy and hurty and it just wasnt going to work out anymore. sorry momma. but this one is for the best.
hannah
“Just don’t try to get ‘er in the sack, boy,” Jason said to Fred, “’cause she’ll fight like a wildcat trapped in a corner.” Fred looked at Jason and shook his head side to side real slow. “Zat how you got dem nasty scratches, J?” Jason lowered his eyes and nodded. Then he lit a cigarette and looked at Fred with a twinkle in his eye. “But it sure was fun!” he said, and they both busted out laughing. When they stopped, Fred asked, “Do ya think it was jus’ you she didn’ like?” Jason snapped, “’Course not, fool!”
She stood at the corner, waiting for him. He appeared like clockwork and she smiled at the sight of him. His blonde hair was shaggier than the last time she had seen him but it still looked hot. His deep blue eyes stared out waiting to cross when he noticed her, an exhale catching in his throat as his eyes scan her body up, making eye contact with her. She shivered a little and walked forward. “Hi Jack” she whispered softly, her breath uneven as they continued to stare at each other.
Wendy
wedding dress
brides maid dress
Lebang
I had turned so many pages, so many new chapters in less than a year. My life had taken so many detours and turned so many new corners. I had fallen down hills and slowly climbed others. And sitting here after everything, I realized it was extremely tiring. In the midst of the process, I couldn’t sit down and feel bad for myself. But after it all, I kind of did.
i sit in the corner of a room, i am alone and the corner is dark compared to the rest of the bright, lively room full of my family and so called friends. i sit there and watch the 2 walls in front of me. alone, the way i like it.
haya
it is at the place where the vertices of two parallel walls meet up. the word ‘corner’ is also used in the sense of ‘getting cornered’ meaning that getting bullied or stuck in a situation.
Avani
I’ve been running for so long: My legs burn, fired on by fear. My heart jumps so hard it pushes on my chest. Too proud to stop, too scared to look back. I tread the same steps as a million other men, but I dream these steps are mine and mine alone. I am a fool to think it my own personal odyssey. But, what does it matter? In the end I stop. We all stop. The path falls away and I am trapped. Another boy in the corner with nowhere left to run.
The corner of the store was black, except a purple dot that someone called home. it was a piece of candy a little boy put there over 6 years ago, and it it home of the grosses fungus ever known.
Seven Wieland
He backed his way into the corner.
“Get away from me.” He said flatly.
“Oh?” Vesper asked. “What are you afraid of?” she asked. “All I’m asking is that you get into these ropes here….”
“Vesper. I am serious. Do not come near me with those.”
in 6th grade “corner” was on our spelling test except the teacher pronounced the word with a maine accent, “cawner,” and we all spelled it wrong…
erin
Around the corner he waited, watching the girl talking to her friends. As she started to walk slowly towards him, he pulled the note out of his pocket, and dropped it on the ground. He rushed away, leaving her to read the anonymous note, confessing his undying love for that beautiful girl.
Cory Heroux
Insano looked around. There was no way of escaping. His enemy had backed him into a corner and there was nothing he could do. Angrily he glared at the other man even tough his googles would not show this.
yamina-chan
Corners are near. Sometimes the creep. Sometimes you can see them from miles away. They always change your perspective and they never look back.
a place where two walls meet and kids sometimes get put when in timeout. a place where things seem to get put and forgotten about, other things get piled on top of the original and this adds to the lost memories. darkness in the back of the closet.
Bruce Kramar
It was a warm and snuggly spot. I was reading a mystery and was totally engrossed in the plot. I never heard her approach until she knelt down beside me and touched my hair.
Rocky
the world is great! we were out on here just to live our lifes and have fun, why not right, we mine as well all just stick together and have no drama, just all have fun and enjoy what we have been given, take advantage of every good oppourtunity!
Chad
I turned the corner…and that’s when I met you. It was when I least expected it. I wasn’t looking, wasn’t searching for you. I wondered where you were for so long and you were right there–just around the corner.
around the corner there is a shop, i dont really like the shop but then again its handy because its just around the corner.i’d hate to be cornered, i think i might have been once when i was younger, but im a little more capable of standing up for myself these days..
maddie
In the corner of the desk stood a tiny man the size of a pencil. He had a little tiny head and on that little tiny head stood a little tiny hat, propped to one side like a lopsided eraser. His name was Job and he had been my friend for 5 years. I can’t remember when or how I met Job, but I knew one thing for sure: Life wouldn’t be the same without him.
I sometimes sit in it to think and read and write. I love my corner I love the peace it gives me and the comfort I feel when I sit there and think of the imaginary world. My corner gives me life to a dull day. I love my corner. dear corner don’t ever leave me.
Over and under; around the corner; jumping over the black-yellow obstacle. We dash as if it were out last; outrunning air toward a goal that we cannot yet fathom. Only the chase counts; only the last breath at the end of the line is worth the effort.
A corner is an edge. There are four corners on a square, three on a triangle, and none of a circle. The cornerstone is the starting point point or main point of a building.
sitting in a corner gives you a pretty good view of your surroundings.. everything you can see. two walls that come to a point form the corner so if you’re in that corner this means that you have two walls to your back – nothing to see there – and the rest of the room is visible.. and having the ability to view your surroundings completely is a good place to be. Blind is not. Unfortunately, life is not lived in a corner, but in wide open spaces where we cannot see every angle and are often blindsided. do not fret though as this can be a good thing. some of life’s most pleasant occurrances are those which we do not expect. especially when we are blindsided by love. this is the ultimate.
The corner of my eye seems to reveal the most secrets. People think I can’t see them, but I can. The corner of my eye reveals everything. Including their biggest secrets they’ve tried to keep away from me. Even them.
The corners:
One: my desk. i disliked that desk because it was brown and the rest of my furniture is white. Now its covered with books so it doesn’t matter anyway.
Two: the door, a pink wicker trash can.
Three: my bed. ideally located out of view from the door.
Four: a pile of laundry. Literaly always a pile of laundry
I went to the corner to see if Allen was there at the deli-cum-liquor store in the run-down stretch of my white poor southern neighborhood. Allen kept the store open 24 hours. I don’t know if he slept. Occasionally a 12 year old kid from down the street took over while Allen popped off for a nip.
corner corner corner they are everywhere here there they are just there they have to be it cant be without them he he he corner corner corner and the corner
the corner,
when can I stop?
I feel my body giving out.
I think others see it too.
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
it’s like it beckons me,
when I am in need,
it comforts me.
I need help Momma,
can you see me now?
corner.
people waiting,watching, wondering, looking. people hanging out, meeting eachother.
but don’t corner yourself in on all the possibilities in the world. be open to change.
be open to love. be open to new opportunities, relish in your dreams. allow yourself to be free.
In the corner you see a small child. You don’t know who it is… You just know that the child has no family. You feel bad but don’t want to cross that line that leads you out of you box. So all you do is watch the small child. Just sitting in that corner doing nothing but staring at the blank wall.
Dets was one corner. Just in time. Cum with me to paradise. Don worry be happy.
sometimes we paint ourselves into these. Some of us associate corners with the place we received “time out.” I prefer to think of corners in terms of “turning” one. It’s a new chapter. A new start. A new adventure. I love reaching the corner.
On the corner. That’s the first phrase I thought of upon seeing the word. On the corner is the end to everything, the end of anger, the end of sadness, and the end of struggle. On the corner.
The corner were I saw you… you were all alone. I felt that way too, but surrounded by so many other people. I wanted to be there. In that corner. With you. I would feel so much less lonely. But there I was, surrounded by all those people, alone.
there was a corner. and she stood on it and waved to her mother. on the corner was where her mother worked. as a hooker. not like a drugstore or anything. so she said goodbye. because her mother was a whore. and she was not. so she had to move on. and that was the end of that. although things could have been better. but corners are pointy and hurty and it just wasnt going to work out anymore. sorry momma. but this one is for the best.
“Just don’t try to get ‘er in the sack, boy,” Jason said to Fred, “’cause she’ll fight like a wildcat trapped in a corner.” Fred looked at Jason and shook his head side to side real slow. “Zat how you got dem nasty scratches, J?” Jason lowered his eyes and nodded. Then he lit a cigarette and looked at Fred with a twinkle in his eye. “But it sure was fun!” he said, and they both busted out laughing. When they stopped, Fred asked, “Do ya think it was jus’ you she didn’ like?” Jason snapped, “’Course not, fool!”
She stood at the corner, waiting for him. He appeared like clockwork and she smiled at the sight of him. His blonde hair was shaggier than the last time she had seen him but it still looked hot. His deep blue eyes stared out waiting to cross when he noticed her, an exhale catching in his throat as his eyes scan her body up, making eye contact with her. She shivered a little and walked forward. “Hi Jack” she whispered softly, her breath uneven as they continued to stare at each other.
wedding dress
brides maid dress
I had turned so many pages, so many new chapters in less than a year. My life had taken so many detours and turned so many new corners. I had fallen down hills and slowly climbed others. And sitting here after everything, I realized it was extremely tiring. In the midst of the process, I couldn’t sit down and feel bad for myself. But after it all, I kind of did.
i sit in the corner of a room, i am alone and the corner is dark compared to the rest of the bright, lively room full of my family and so called friends. i sit there and watch the 2 walls in front of me. alone, the way i like it.
it is at the place where the vertices of two parallel walls meet up. the word ‘corner’ is also used in the sense of ‘getting cornered’ meaning that getting bullied or stuck in a situation.
I’ve been running for so long: My legs burn, fired on by fear. My heart jumps so hard it pushes on my chest. Too proud to stop, too scared to look back. I tread the same steps as a million other men, but I dream these steps are mine and mine alone. I am a fool to think it my own personal odyssey. But, what does it matter? In the end I stop. We all stop. The path falls away and I am trapped. Another boy in the corner with nowhere left to run.
The corner of the store was black, except a purple dot that someone called home. it was a piece of candy a little boy put there over 6 years ago, and it it home of the grosses fungus ever known.
He backed his way into the corner.
“Get away from me.” He said flatly.
“Oh?” Vesper asked. “What are you afraid of?” she asked. “All I’m asking is that you get into these ropes here….”
“Vesper. I am serious. Do not come near me with those.”
in 6th grade “corner” was on our spelling test except the teacher pronounced the word with a maine accent, “cawner,” and we all spelled it wrong…
Around the corner he waited, watching the girl talking to her friends. As she started to walk slowly towards him, he pulled the note out of his pocket, and dropped it on the ground. He rushed away, leaving her to read the anonymous note, confessing his undying love for that beautiful girl.
Insano looked around. There was no way of escaping. His enemy had backed him into a corner and there was nothing he could do. Angrily he glared at the other man even tough his googles would not show this.
Corners are near. Sometimes the creep. Sometimes you can see them from miles away. They always change your perspective and they never look back.
a place where two walls meet and kids sometimes get put when in timeout. a place where things seem to get put and forgotten about, other things get piled on top of the original and this adds to the lost memories. darkness in the back of the closet.
It was a warm and snuggly spot. I was reading a mystery and was totally engrossed in the plot. I never heard her approach until she knelt down beside me and touched my hair.
the world is great! we were out on here just to live our lifes and have fun, why not right, we mine as well all just stick together and have no drama, just all have fun and enjoy what we have been given, take advantage of every good oppourtunity!
I turned the corner…and that’s when I met you. It was when I least expected it. I wasn’t looking, wasn’t searching for you. I wondered where you were for so long and you were right there–just around the corner.
around the corner there is a shop, i dont really like the shop but then again its handy because its just around the corner.i’d hate to be cornered, i think i might have been once when i was younger, but im a little more capable of standing up for myself these days..
In the corner of the desk stood a tiny man the size of a pencil. He had a little tiny head and on that little tiny head stood a little tiny hat, propped to one side like a lopsided eraser. His name was Job and he had been my friend for 5 years. I can’t remember when or how I met Job, but I knew one thing for sure: Life wouldn’t be the same without him.