The corner of the room was full of boxes, boxes that were still there after 2 years. She had moved into this apartment 2 years ago and that pile in the corner still sat there, taunting her. Would she ever empty the boxes or the corner from all the crap?
The edge of my room of where my tv sits and i put my clothes there.
Diego Ramirez
Some times when I need a break I go to my own little corner and sit and think. why do I like corners? Because they join the whole place together into one piece. why can’t there be a corner in the world? I would go and sit in the corner of the world and look at everyone and laugh.
Prin
corners are corners are corners are corners. blah blah blah..
Val
Corner? It could be a lot of different things.
i see it my own way. i own a house with a lovely garden. i call it: “my little corner of heaven”.
How do you see it? I am sure you have some other way of seeing it.
Muchu dickas
The place where I live in. The only place where I’m accepted into. Its the one place where I can cry, and nobody can judge me. I love this place. Its where I live.
Connor
A little boy was sent to the corner after a badly thought out prank. It was the ‘Time out” corner in the very back room of the child’s basement. When the mother sent him there, she did it partially because she knew that room terrified the child like no other. In his mind, it was haunted with the worst of hell-beasts.
Brittney
in the corner of a room i see a penguin his back is to me and it is black. i know this penguin from somewhere him name is freddy and he turns to face me… i say hello and he just sits and stares at me.. i am scared he might attack… he walks toward me one step at a time. what happens next?
Lori Christmas
When I think about a corner, I think about a corner I will have someday in my house where there is a perfect, comfy (probably floral) reading chair for me to sit in…with my coffee in the mornings. I can just take in the day…
Sometimes people want to just sit in a corner and cry. I don’t know what it is about corners but it looks like a welcoming spot to cry in. okay this was random LOL
He was backed into a corner, and he knew it. Charlie never was good at facing his problems, but once he realized he had nowhere else to turn, nowhere to run, he always turned nasty. Quickly, too. Assessing the situation, he decided on his course of action, and charged out, guns blazing.
Raymond Masters
The corner club was always full during the weekends. It played a wonderful selection of jazz and gave off the cool, dark spirit that everybody went there was looking for.
Corner: almost every single shape has corners, the only one without any corners is the circle. No body likes fucking circles because they are a massive pain in the ass.
Mike Reeds
They said we’d become victims on these corners as if the concrete could creep up and catch us. in the mist of walking lift up and grabs us cock back and blast us back handed slap up. and we believed them. did everything to create some sort of distant in between them. the soles of our sneeks and the hot pavement beneath.
Little.Chocolate
On the street corner, Matilda waited, tapping her foot. Her brother told her to wait on the corner of Saldon street and Waterway, yet he was no where to be found. Instead, a white van pulled up, and the windows rolled down. The driver winked. Matilda ran.
Lizzie Scott
magical things happen on corners, in them and my boobs look cornerish
Zaza
around the corner a store sits. waiting for someone happy to come in and buy the things they need. Things that it is an inconvenience to run out of. Toothpaste. toilet paper. candy bar. The corner store always makes everyone smile as they pick up the world news and the gossip.
Liz
In the corner of my house I found a dead body.
No I’m not a murderer, but when I got home I found it there, rotting as though it had been in that place for years. Strangely it took a while for me to react to it, but eventually i did. I puked. I puked and puked and puked. Please sir, I don’t want to talk about this any more.
Kalila
I like those book shelves that look like they have shelves on either side of a corner. The ones that have a small slot on one side of the corner, and then another just below that on the other side of the corner. I always used to think it looked like a ribbon…
That’s where the sound was coming from. But there was nothing there. There never had been. She’d always assumed she’d just imagined it. That, after being sent there so many times, boredom had caused her imagination to start hearing things. But in fact, it was her spending so much time in that corner, that drew them to that space.
in the corner of the room i see you sitting and twiddling your thumbs. little do you know i long to know you, long to be inside your head and know your innermost thoughts. you sit there unknowingly, surrounded by a sea of people while i can’t help but stare. i want to know you, and hopefully one day you’ll come out of that shy corner and want to know me too.
Megan
Of the street where self-possessed suits
Fume, hiss and check their blackberries
Scoffing at the orange hand that
Wastes their precious time
I saw him on the corner, that day. Nothing happened, really. I just was walking, on my ordinary day. Walking and walking, to the beat of the boring that my life had so easily and secretly become. What happened? I could not answer, without apathy hitting first. Then, something happened out of schedule. I dropped my pen. My favorite pen. On the corner, near the bench. I don’t know what it is called, that street, because I am a foreigner to this place. Because, what can we do when we are lost in a place known to us? We go somewhere we are unknown to make our distance and ghost-like soul feel welcome. But all I know is that as I bent down, another soul-filled body bent down. Our heads almost touched, or rather, hit. At that point, I was shooken from my own world as I took hold of those blue eyes. They smiled at me. He was …friendly. We introduced ourselves to each other. He made me feel welcome. My soul had been hiding behind my heart, and with his company and conversation, it soon began to radiate it. I didn’t feel so lost any more.
e.y.lee
In the corner of the room, there is a bear. The bear is about 5 inches tall while the corner is 6 feet wide. How tall is the corner? As tall as you want, because it’s your brain, your mind. The bear is you.
Corner of a room is where two adjacent walls meet. It is used for fapping quite often in churches. Potatoes are delicious!
Desartho
the corner makes me think of loneliness or punishment… little kids are sent to the corner when in trouble and they stand alone… that is all
this was interesting
I saw him on the corner, that day.
Nothing happened, really. I just was walking, on my ordinary day. Walking and walking, to the beat of the boring that my life had so easily and secretly become. What happened? I could not answer, without apathy hitting first. Then, something happened out of schedule. I dropped my pen. My favorite pen. On the corner, near the bench. I don’t know what it is called, that street, because I am a foreigner to this place. Because, what can we do when we are lost in a place known to us? We go somewhere we are unknown to make our distance and ghost-like soul feel welcome. But all I know is that as I bent down, another soul-filled body bent down. Our heads almost touched, or rather, hit. At that point, I was shooken from my own world as I took hold of those blue eyes. They smiled at me.
He was …friendly. We introduced ourselves to each other. He made me feel welcome. My soul had been hiding behind my heart, and with his company and conversation, it soon began to radiate it.
I didn’t feel so lost any more.
emma
The corner was dark. Quite dark. Dark enough to gain it’s own form, it’s spirit. One that enveloped and engulfed the dejected feeling that spread from her body. This corner was her sanctuary and the Darkness her friend.
In the corner of the room sits a pile of dust. There are crumbs from last nights cake and a tiny spider freezing to death. The mother of the house comes over to sweep. The sider runs from the corner for dear life. The spider ran the wrong way. The broom was coming at him and he knew his family would be next. The spider barely missed the bristles and hid in a new corner behind the t.v. until his death.
Grace
You still linger in the corners of my mind. I meet you there every day, in the corners of my mind, even though you’re gone. I miss you.
I was sitting in the corner when the man approached me. “Where is Jones Street” He said but I had no idea.I’d heard of it , but just couldn’t place it. I must have sounded really stupid struggling for words. just loads of noises coming out of my mouth. Yet another time I’ve embarrassed myself!
Cydara Houston
this word inspires physical thoughts.
when i think of corner , i think trapped , helpless , weak , frightened.
but when i think about it some more i see on the other side of the corner strong , bully , bad evil .
this word is like a coin , it depends on you to select which side to be or the lesser of two evils.
in my corner I sit alone and think about all the things I should be doing. I need to get out of this corner and run or at least walk away.
Julia Jones
the corner of my mind is filled with the memories that i have lost throughout the years. filled with the sweetest of things from my past. lets enter it. lets enter the void of the corners of my mind. lessgo.
faith
No one puts baby in a corner. I think this is a line from a movie or a book. I can’t remember. But I remember hearing it somewhere and reading it in a book. For some reason, I can’t remember the name of the book or the movie. Bad memory. Yes, I’m blaming it on my bad memory.
Nadeen Hafez
place to feel safe , where you know that no one can sneak up on you and stab you in the back .
Maria
ive sat in the corner before and thought my life through, the razor looked quite friendly back then but tbh my friends saved my life and i can never repay them for it no matter how much i do <3
Hal
Whats around the corner? Another corner corner corner. Corn-etto corner? What a corny corner joke. I had corn for tea, tasty corny corn, corn on the cob or baby corn? But I didnt really because Im Corn-iferous. LOL. Corner. Xxx
The corner of the room was full of boxes, boxes that were still there after 2 years. She had moved into this apartment 2 years ago and that pile in the corner still sat there, taunting her. Would she ever empty the boxes or the corner from all the crap?
The edge of my room of where my tv sits and i put my clothes there.
Some times when I need a break I go to my own little corner and sit and think. why do I like corners? Because they join the whole place together into one piece. why can’t there be a corner in the world? I would go and sit in the corner of the world and look at everyone and laugh.
corners are corners are corners are corners. blah blah blah..
Corner? It could be a lot of different things.
i see it my own way. i own a house with a lovely garden. i call it: “my little corner of heaven”.
How do you see it? I am sure you have some other way of seeing it.
The place where I live in. The only place where I’m accepted into. Its the one place where I can cry, and nobody can judge me. I love this place. Its where I live.
A little boy was sent to the corner after a badly thought out prank. It was the ‘Time out” corner in the very back room of the child’s basement. When the mother sent him there, she did it partially because she knew that room terrified the child like no other. In his mind, it was haunted with the worst of hell-beasts.
in the corner of a room i see a penguin his back is to me and it is black. i know this penguin from somewhere him name is freddy and he turns to face me… i say hello and he just sits and stares at me.. i am scared he might attack… he walks toward me one step at a time. what happens next?
When I think about a corner, I think about a corner I will have someday in my house where there is a perfect, comfy (probably floral) reading chair for me to sit in…with my coffee in the mornings. I can just take in the day…
Sometimes people want to just sit in a corner and cry. I don’t know what it is about corners but it looks like a welcoming spot to cry in. okay this was random LOL
He was backed into a corner, and he knew it. Charlie never was good at facing his problems, but once he realized he had nowhere else to turn, nowhere to run, he always turned nasty. Quickly, too. Assessing the situation, he decided on his course of action, and charged out, guns blazing.
The corner club was always full during the weekends. It played a wonderful selection of jazz and gave off the cool, dark spirit that everybody went there was looking for.
Corner: almost every single shape has corners, the only one without any corners is the circle. No body likes fucking circles because they are a massive pain in the ass.
They said we’d become victims on these corners as if the concrete could creep up and catch us. in the mist of walking lift up and grabs us cock back and blast us back handed slap up. and we believed them. did everything to create some sort of distant in between them. the soles of our sneeks and the hot pavement beneath.
On the street corner, Matilda waited, tapping her foot. Her brother told her to wait on the corner of Saldon street and Waterway, yet he was no where to be found. Instead, a white van pulled up, and the windows rolled down. The driver winked. Matilda ran.
magical things happen on corners, in them and my boobs look cornerish
around the corner a store sits. waiting for someone happy to come in and buy the things they need. Things that it is an inconvenience to run out of. Toothpaste. toilet paper. candy bar. The corner store always makes everyone smile as they pick up the world news and the gossip.
In the corner of my house I found a dead body.
No I’m not a murderer, but when I got home I found it there, rotting as though it had been in that place for years. Strangely it took a while for me to react to it, but eventually i did. I puked. I puked and puked and puked. Please sir, I don’t want to talk about this any more.
I like those book shelves that look like they have shelves on either side of a corner. The ones that have a small slot on one side of the corner, and then another just below that on the other side of the corner. I always used to think it looked like a ribbon…
Corner
That’s where the sound was coming from. But there was nothing there. There never had been. She’d always assumed she’d just imagined it. That, after being sent there so many times, boredom had caused her imagination to start hearing things. But in fact, it was her spending so much time in that corner, that drew them to that space.
seat
sidewalk
box
sides
square
rectangle
room
card
in the corner of the room i see you sitting and twiddling your thumbs. little do you know i long to know you, long to be inside your head and know your innermost thoughts. you sit there unknowingly, surrounded by a sea of people while i can’t help but stare. i want to know you, and hopefully one day you’ll come out of that shy corner and want to know me too.
Of the street where self-possessed suits
Fume, hiss and check their blackberries
Scoffing at the orange hand that
Wastes their precious time
I saw him on the corner, that day. Nothing happened, really. I just was walking, on my ordinary day. Walking and walking, to the beat of the boring that my life had so easily and secretly become. What happened? I could not answer, without apathy hitting first. Then, something happened out of schedule. I dropped my pen. My favorite pen. On the corner, near the bench. I don’t know what it is called, that street, because I am a foreigner to this place. Because, what can we do when we are lost in a place known to us? We go somewhere we are unknown to make our distance and ghost-like soul feel welcome. But all I know is that as I bent down, another soul-filled body bent down. Our heads almost touched, or rather, hit. At that point, I was shooken from my own world as I took hold of those blue eyes. They smiled at me. He was …friendly. We introduced ourselves to each other. He made me feel welcome. My soul had been hiding behind my heart, and with his company and conversation, it soon began to radiate it. I didn’t feel so lost any more.
In the corner of the room, there is a bear. The bear is about 5 inches tall while the corner is 6 feet wide. How tall is the corner? As tall as you want, because it’s your brain, your mind. The bear is you.
At the beginning you’re just the owner of a corner of my heart, when I gave it all to you, you just broke it and smiled to my face.
Corner of a room is where two adjacent walls meet. It is used for fapping quite often in churches. Potatoes are delicious!
the corner makes me think of loneliness or punishment… little kids are sent to the corner when in trouble and they stand alone… that is all
I saw him on the corner, that day.
Nothing happened, really. I just was walking, on my ordinary day. Walking and walking, to the beat of the boring that my life had so easily and secretly become. What happened? I could not answer, without apathy hitting first. Then, something happened out of schedule. I dropped my pen. My favorite pen. On the corner, near the bench. I don’t know what it is called, that street, because I am a foreigner to this place. Because, what can we do when we are lost in a place known to us? We go somewhere we are unknown to make our distance and ghost-like soul feel welcome. But all I know is that as I bent down, another soul-filled body bent down. Our heads almost touched, or rather, hit. At that point, I was shooken from my own world as I took hold of those blue eyes. They smiled at me.
He was …friendly. We introduced ourselves to each other. He made me feel welcome. My soul had been hiding behind my heart, and with his company and conversation, it soon began to radiate it.
I didn’t feel so lost any more.
The corner was dark. Quite dark. Dark enough to gain it’s own form, it’s spirit. One that enveloped and engulfed the dejected feeling that spread from her body. This corner was her sanctuary and the Darkness her friend.
In the corner of the room sits a pile of dust. There are crumbs from last nights cake and a tiny spider freezing to death. The mother of the house comes over to sweep. The sider runs from the corner for dear life. The spider ran the wrong way. The broom was coming at him and he knew his family would be next. The spider barely missed the bristles and hid in a new corner behind the t.v. until his death.
You still linger in the corners of my mind. I meet you there every day, in the corners of my mind, even though you’re gone. I miss you.
I was sitting in the corner when the man approached me. “Where is Jones Street” He said but I had no idea.I’d heard of it , but just couldn’t place it. I must have sounded really stupid struggling for words. just loads of noises coming out of my mouth. Yet another time I’ve embarrassed myself!
this word inspires physical thoughts.
when i think of corner , i think trapped , helpless , weak , frightened.
but when i think about it some more i see on the other side of the corner strong , bully , bad evil .
this word is like a coin , it depends on you to select which side to be or the lesser of two evils.
in my corner I sit alone and think about all the things I should be doing. I need to get out of this corner and run or at least walk away.
the corner of my mind is filled with the memories that i have lost throughout the years. filled with the sweetest of things from my past. lets enter it. lets enter the void of the corners of my mind. lessgo.
No one puts baby in a corner. I think this is a line from a movie or a book. I can’t remember. But I remember hearing it somewhere and reading it in a book. For some reason, I can’t remember the name of the book or the movie. Bad memory. Yes, I’m blaming it on my bad memory.
place to feel safe , where you know that no one can sneak up on you and stab you in the back .
ive sat in the corner before and thought my life through, the razor looked quite friendly back then but tbh my friends saved my life and i can never repay them for it no matter how much i do <3
Whats around the corner? Another corner corner corner. Corn-etto corner? What a corny corner joke. I had corn for tea, tasty corny corn, corn on the cob or baby corn? But I didnt really because Im Corn-iferous. LOL. Corner. Xxx