in the corner of the room, i look around in impending gloom wondering why,could there be so many corners in my mind?
everything you ever needed was just around the corner including that box of cereal you had when you were six.
as well as the drugs you did when you were 20.
sorry, but that’s what happens when you look around the corner.
jeff ro
There he was, sitting, waiting for the perfect mometn to strike. Ahhh the corner was false, it shows half the identity. It was merely an old man and his walking chair. Because it was dark the corner proved nothing but false images of danger for any one that would look,
nappy champion
a corner is sad
lonley
easily confused
i can’t think
I AM GAY
I AM GAY
Lacy hamilton
The corner speaks to me. It is immense, yet small. It is infinitely small, and no one understands it. It is the utmost end, and yet the very beginning. It is a clear meeting of two powerful supportings. It is to kill, to find your prey and leave it with no hope for life.
R.K.
la luz,el cielo, las estrellas, la vida, los sonidos, tu risa y tus heridas, todo en una jugera del tiempo, intercalando lo nuevo, con loviejo
nati
houses have corners, buildings, cars i love lady bugs kyndal is crazy nick has a beard like santa josh is lame writing about corners is lame
nick
we all had congregated at the corner shop. It was a favourite hang out of all the local teenagers. It was under our block of flats so there was a roof that you could stand under when it rained, as was usually the case. The proprietor of the shop Mr Draycott was not at all fond of any of us.
Fiona Scotland
two walls meet see ya at the corner way back into love, corners or my mind, dark dingly dusty cobwebs sunny crisp shadows light
cassy
The corner of the page is where the corner is. The corner is where people put bad children and ugly nick nacks. Without corners life would be so much happier. There would be no place to hide.
Davan
i don’t like the corner pieces of brownies, unlike most people. i’m just not into that. i would think the word corner would describe someone who worked with corn.
Allegra
you’ve blocked me in.
trapped me with promises
and
never ending streams of kindness.
but.
fdot
the corner of the room i sit everytime and i wonder why i always choose to be here? i find the walls comforting, my own slot. i need to fill this slice, because if i dont no one else will. you will take a spot in the front, or the middle, or next to your friends, but i will find my way to the corner of the room.
www.williamtmartin.com
Traveling along the interstellar pathway, I reach a corner.
“Not something I expected out here.” She spoke slowly, feeling the effects of the body-slowing drugs coursing through her veins.
A corner. In the middle of space. Who put it here?
Rebecca
She sat in the corner, alone. Her dark clothes made her blend completely into the wall, out of sight of passers-by. Her face was buried in her knees, hiding her pained expression from the rest of her high school student body.
I wanted to help, I really did, but I didn’t think there was anything I could do. But still, no one deserves to be completely alone, especially in this hell we call high school.
sdc
In the corner, I stood staring at it’s beige paint and wondering when I would stop getting things wrong. My dunce cap began to slip, so I corrected my faulty posture and resumed my deep contemplation of the wall’s pores, trying to hide myself in them, yet realizing how that was wrong, too.i Had to make the corner stare back at me.
Brian Slusher
at the corner of the street there is a house that has been infested by a bunch of weird ghosts who don’t know what they want in life. so don’t go to that corner.
raunak
cornered. They all gathered around me and I didn’t know where to go. What hopes were there left for me?
They all took one simultaneous step forward, taking the proper precautions to make sure I couldn’t escape… at all. I didn’t do anything bad, I just…. Took some food… Some candy actually.
Then they picked me up. What can I say? I’m a dog.
Riku
he rounds the corner of the street. he can’t find her. she walks around the corner of Broadway. hoping that she’ll find her dreams. he rounds another corner, hoping he’ll catch her in time. but it’s too late. she’s been swallowed up by the theatre.
anonoymous
Around the corner, in the corner, down on the corner, it is a location but so hard to pinpoint. I like corners, they often hold surprises of the most interesting kind. Do you like corners?
Cynthia Davidson
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Dylan
The corner of the world is a lonely place. Corners are for misfits, troublemakers and opposition to authority. I wouldn’t wanna be in the corner.
mountains
two walls.
kick
pocket
backed into
put your nose in the…
RamblerJoe
well it’s obvious. Corners are at the end of roads. Not only do they belong on roads but any object which is three dimensional, for example a rubix cube – that has 8 corners.
Andy Clutterbuck
Sometimes, when I’m walking around the corner of a building or of a hallway, I wish there’d be a stranger approaching from the other side, so that we’ll crash into each other and be forced to communicate. There’ll be a nervous apology from both parties, then a shuffling to stand back up again, then maybe an introduction, if we’re not in too much of a hurry. That never happens, though.
vish
i sat there for too long, with the dark elf opposite me, his eyes a subtle burning. i was only comfortable because i had become numb. my heart went through waves of thumping and silence, my hands buzzed. there w
sepherra
I’m sitting in the corner of the Internet cafe, just peoplewatching like I sometimes do. There’s a girl on the same red couch, reading. I like her hair. It’s strange but idividualistic at the same time. I want to do something neat with my hair.
Jessica
When I think of a corner, I think of a trap. Like placing oneself into a corner, allowing it to happen, in essence is “cornering”. Corners are great places, the feel secure and peaceful. Funny….
Sarah.
I was on the corner last night. You know, just working it like a prostitute can do. I really don’t know why I even still work the corner. I mean, I can get a job anywhere. Like Hooters or something classy like that. I really should try to do something other than selling my body .It’s illegal… but it is a way of living. it’s the oldest proffession… I don’t even know anymore. I can’t help it. It’s hard to stop
Malia
The corner of the room was desolate cold and quiet. I had to get there. That’s what he told me. He told me to run to it. Fly to it if I had to. Anyway to get to the corner do it. I had too. I loved him. I don’t want to let him down. Never. Run. Skip. Fly. Look for it. This is it.
Me
at the corner of my screen the word “corner” is read. this is quite humorous. actually no, it’s not funny at all. It’s just a coincidence or is it? I’ve never visited this before so maybe everyone get’s the same word? I have no idea. I’m in the corner of my room. Writing about the word “corner”
Ericcomunista
i am sitting in a corner right now. its pointy and a little painful, with the computer balanced on my lap. but i like it. its home. my corner, my house.
Anonymous
The japanese have words for things that ultimately make no sense. When they say something like Nobody Puts Baby In a Corner, it sounds like they are offering a recipe for nationalized curry sauce.
Luke
there was a corner on the road that was very dangerous alot of accidents happened there causing many fatalities that corner is like other dangerous ones
elizabeth ables
You corner me in the hallway. Press me up back against the wall, all I think about is the smell of your cologne, how you feel so close against me.
Your fist slams against the wall, scaring me.
Alot of people wonder how we work, me and you. We just have a violent relationship, lots of turns and curves. People just don’t understand that with love comes passion and with passion comes so many things.
I love you though, so I can understand this. “I’m sorry” I whisper and you glare.
“Sorry isn’t good enough, dammit.”
No, it really isn’t. But we both know this doesn’t matter. With anger comes passion after all.
Your lips feel the same as ever dear.
McGhee.
I was sitting alone in my corner wondering what the fuck I should do about that call I got last night. How dare he call me after all the shit he put me through. Ugh. But should I call him back? I’m not sure if I’m completely over him. I know I should be though. Conflicts, conflicts. I wonder what Jesus would do.
Alex
From the corner of his eyes, he saw them, in a tight embrace under the door. They weren’t moving, just holding onto each other, eyes closed, so possessed with each other that the madness of the city had vanished around them.
Taddy
Corners of paper. And corners of desks and tables. Corners of the world, and corners of my life.
Jenna
The corner of my mind is probably the most crowded space in my head. It’s where I’ve shoved all of my aspirations and goals. It’s where I’ve hidden all of my failures and fears. The corner of my mind is the perpetual garage that for that last three months needs to be cleaned. I stay out of the corners in hopes that the middle will help me clear the clutter.
TMass TMasschronicles.blogspot.com
Turning the corner into a more familiar street she let herself slow down a bit, catch her breath, before she looked over her shoulder again, checking for the silhouette that had been following her since she had walked out of the metro station.
Taddy
Punished and mad, justice mocked, rage and revolt. Sent to the corner because I had stood up for what was right, spoken the truth , set the record straight. Not even there was justice just. Not at home, not at church, not at school. And yet I still believed…
in the corner of the room, i look around in impending gloom wondering why,could there be so many corners in my mind?
everything you ever needed was just around the corner including that box of cereal you had when you were six.
as well as the drugs you did when you were 20.
sorry, but that’s what happens when you look around the corner.
There he was, sitting, waiting for the perfect mometn to strike. Ahhh the corner was false, it shows half the identity. It was merely an old man and his walking chair. Because it was dark the corner proved nothing but false images of danger for any one that would look,
a corner is sad
lonley
easily confused
i can’t think
I AM GAY
I AM GAY
The corner speaks to me. It is immense, yet small. It is infinitely small, and no one understands it. It is the utmost end, and yet the very beginning. It is a clear meeting of two powerful supportings. It is to kill, to find your prey and leave it with no hope for life.
la luz,el cielo, las estrellas, la vida, los sonidos, tu risa y tus heridas, todo en una jugera del tiempo, intercalando lo nuevo, con loviejo
houses have corners, buildings, cars i love lady bugs kyndal is crazy nick has a beard like santa josh is lame writing about corners is lame
we all had congregated at the corner shop. It was a favourite hang out of all the local teenagers. It was under our block of flats so there was a roof that you could stand under when it rained, as was usually the case. The proprietor of the shop Mr Draycott was not at all fond of any of us.
two walls meet see ya at the corner way back into love, corners or my mind, dark dingly dusty cobwebs sunny crisp shadows light
The corner of the page is where the corner is. The corner is where people put bad children and ugly nick nacks. Without corners life would be so much happier. There would be no place to hide.
i don’t like the corner pieces of brownies, unlike most people. i’m just not into that. i would think the word corner would describe someone who worked with corn.
you’ve blocked me in.
trapped me with promises
and
never ending streams of kindness.
but.
the corner of the room i sit everytime and i wonder why i always choose to be here? i find the walls comforting, my own slot. i need to fill this slice, because if i dont no one else will. you will take a spot in the front, or the middle, or next to your friends, but i will find my way to the corner of the room.
Traveling along the interstellar pathway, I reach a corner.
“Not something I expected out here.” She spoke slowly, feeling the effects of the body-slowing drugs coursing through her veins.
A corner. In the middle of space. Who put it here?
She sat in the corner, alone. Her dark clothes made her blend completely into the wall, out of sight of passers-by. Her face was buried in her knees, hiding her pained expression from the rest of her high school student body.
I wanted to help, I really did, but I didn’t think there was anything I could do. But still, no one deserves to be completely alone, especially in this hell we call high school.
In the corner, I stood staring at it’s beige paint and wondering when I would stop getting things wrong. My dunce cap began to slip, so I corrected my faulty posture and resumed my deep contemplation of the wall’s pores, trying to hide myself in them, yet realizing how that was wrong, too.i Had to make the corner stare back at me.
at the corner of the street there is a house that has been infested by a bunch of weird ghosts who don’t know what they want in life. so don’t go to that corner.
cornered. They all gathered around me and I didn’t know where to go. What hopes were there left for me?
They all took one simultaneous step forward, taking the proper precautions to make sure I couldn’t escape… at all. I didn’t do anything bad, I just…. Took some food… Some candy actually.
Then they picked me up. What can I say? I’m a dog.
he rounds the corner of the street. he can’t find her. she walks around the corner of Broadway. hoping that she’ll find her dreams. he rounds another corner, hoping he’ll catch her in time. but it’s too late. she’s been swallowed up by the theatre.
Around the corner, in the corner, down on the corner, it is a location but so hard to pinpoint. I like corners, they often hold surprises of the most interesting kind. Do you like corners?
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The corner of the world is a lonely place. Corners are for misfits, troublemakers and opposition to authority. I wouldn’t wanna be in the corner.
two walls.
kick
pocket
backed into
put your nose in the…
well it’s obvious. Corners are at the end of roads. Not only do they belong on roads but any object which is three dimensional, for example a rubix cube – that has 8 corners.
Sometimes, when I’m walking around the corner of a building or of a hallway, I wish there’d be a stranger approaching from the other side, so that we’ll crash into each other and be forced to communicate. There’ll be a nervous apology from both parties, then a shuffling to stand back up again, then maybe an introduction, if we’re not in too much of a hurry. That never happens, though.
i sat there for too long, with the dark elf opposite me, his eyes a subtle burning. i was only comfortable because i had become numb. my heart went through waves of thumping and silence, my hands buzzed. there w
I’m sitting in the corner of the Internet cafe, just peoplewatching like I sometimes do. There’s a girl on the same red couch, reading. I like her hair. It’s strange but idividualistic at the same time. I want to do something neat with my hair.
When I think of a corner, I think of a trap. Like placing oneself into a corner, allowing it to happen, in essence is “cornering”. Corners are great places, the feel secure and peaceful. Funny….
I was on the corner last night. You know, just working it like a prostitute can do. I really don’t know why I even still work the corner. I mean, I can get a job anywhere. Like Hooters or something classy like that. I really should try to do something other than selling my body .It’s illegal… but it is a way of living. it’s the oldest proffession… I don’t even know anymore. I can’t help it. It’s hard to stop
The corner of the room was desolate cold and quiet. I had to get there. That’s what he told me. He told me to run to it. Fly to it if I had to. Anyway to get to the corner do it. I had too. I loved him. I don’t want to let him down. Never. Run. Skip. Fly. Look for it. This is it.
at the corner of my screen the word “corner” is read. this is quite humorous. actually no, it’s not funny at all. It’s just a coincidence or is it? I’ve never visited this before so maybe everyone get’s the same word? I have no idea. I’m in the corner of my room. Writing about the word “corner”
i am sitting in a corner right now. its pointy and a little painful, with the computer balanced on my lap. but i like it. its home. my corner, my house.
The japanese have words for things that ultimately make no sense. When they say something like Nobody Puts Baby In a Corner, it sounds like they are offering a recipe for nationalized curry sauce.
there was a corner on the road that was very dangerous alot of accidents happened there causing many fatalities that corner is like other dangerous ones
You corner me in the hallway. Press me up back against the wall, all I think about is the smell of your cologne, how you feel so close against me.
Your fist slams against the wall, scaring me.
Alot of people wonder how we work, me and you. We just have a violent relationship, lots of turns and curves. People just don’t understand that with love comes passion and with passion comes so many things.
I love you though, so I can understand this. “I’m sorry” I whisper and you glare.
“Sorry isn’t good enough, dammit.”
No, it really isn’t. But we both know this doesn’t matter. With anger comes passion after all.
Your lips feel the same as ever dear.
I was sitting alone in my corner wondering what the fuck I should do about that call I got last night. How dare he call me after all the shit he put me through. Ugh. But should I call him back? I’m not sure if I’m completely over him. I know I should be though. Conflicts, conflicts. I wonder what Jesus would do.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw them, in a tight embrace under the door. They weren’t moving, just holding onto each other, eyes closed, so possessed with each other that the madness of the city had vanished around them.
Corners of paper. And corners of desks and tables. Corners of the world, and corners of my life.
The corner of my mind is probably the most crowded space in my head. It’s where I’ve shoved all of my aspirations and goals. It’s where I’ve hidden all of my failures and fears. The corner of my mind is the perpetual garage that for that last three months needs to be cleaned. I stay out of the corners in hopes that the middle will help me clear the clutter.
Turning the corner into a more familiar street she let herself slow down a bit, catch her breath, before she looked over her shoulder again, checking for the silhouette that had been following her since she had walked out of the metro station.
Punished and mad, justice mocked, rage and revolt. Sent to the corner because I had stood up for what was right, spoken the truth , set the record straight. Not even there was justice just. Not at home, not at church, not at school. And yet I still believed…