in the room i have a corner and all i do is sit in the corner when my life tells me to, my wife, what ? why doyou donts/a
Anonymous
the world is corner
asdf
In case you didn’t know, you’re pretty much the best ever. I had fun tonight. You should have stayed.
Amanda
a place in a cube
sue
she walked around the corner, bottle in hand, heels in the other. she had the look of a woman who knew what she wanted and always got it. she looked like a woman who just got exactly what she wanted. she walked to the stop sign, flagged down a taxi, got in and drove off to the apartment of her next victim. or would she prove to be his reward?
autumn
corner of a street, intersection. corner shop selling cigarettes, candy. page corner, folded back, book mark.
jaiemem
I sat in the corner. That seems kind of sad.
Anonymous
I am the corner. I guard both paths.
gub
i am stuck in a corner with no way out!>L i hate not being able to escape! nobody puts the boy in the corner… i feel asthough i’m bing forced into a space unwanted by man or beast there are to manything i’d like to do in life this corner is not
travis
corners are an interesting anomaly. Not quite straight but then again not quite crooked either. There’s not much you can do with corners other than stick junk in them so it’s out of the way.
S W
the child ran into the room running from the 3 headed beast with the blood eyes and mangey fur when he felt a sharp pain in his head he fell to the floor and then the pain came rushing in.
mandii
The corner is scary. That’s where you go when you’re in trouble. It represents isolation and dissatisfaction. It also represents a joining. Perhaps like the joining of two lives.
Meleth
prostitute child slamming head into corner of a cofee table blodd everywhere child crying mother picking up child comforting child noticing blood on rug
alisha
Every word reminds me of you. Wait. Actually, that isn’t quite the whole truth. Walking down the street, meandering aimlessly through the city, I turned a corner, and I was free. For the first time in days and days and long strings of days, I was free of you.
Lucy
Down on the corner I noticed a female prostitute wearing a mink coat and leather chaps, and I asked myself, does she represent all that is wrong with America? Why must we strive to maintain the Puritanical underpinnings of our culture to the detriment of our more primitive desires?
Rob P
In the corner it lay. Placid and fragile and waiting. He moved closer and it began to move…slowly. The fear deepened and the was where it ended.
Archie
They will put you in boxes
push you down
push you in corners
nail you to crosses
put borders across
rule lines
oblivious to worn out hours
and built up towers
vows are traced in sand
Everly smithers
in corners of minds of rooms we crouch
Anonymous
the corner of the room has a plant in it. the plant is smushed between two couches and a treadmill, kind of like how i get squised on 11 hour car rides between the window, my cousin who sweats a lot, the chair in fromnt of me and im hot as heck becuase its cray hot outside and we are driving and driving and my dad hates rest stop so we never stop. :[ anyway the corner is where the teacher sends you when ur bad. i fell asleep in class once and instead of sending me to the corner, the teacher threw a marker at my head!
isra
in the corner stands a man, not knowing, what future will bring to him…maybe a writing contest, maybe the death, maybe a lottery winning, or a new wife…he wont care, caucse he is not sure about the meaning of his life…no god, no hell, no people to get to, nothing else but the dirty old corner behind him, beneath him, around him; the corner will be his destiny, his love and his fate…he never gets out of it, cause he wont believe, that there´s a world outside poor little man!
nicolai
the child sat in the corner of the room eating blueberry pie. She slobbered it all over herself. She was sitting in the right hand corner of the room beause that is where she was put when she wanted to eat the pie. There was a mat under the chair so she would not spill the pie on the floor
Anonymous
corners are sharp, they are scary when you get backed into them. i love the corner piece of cake. Nobody put baby in the corner.
Susan tafuri
I dont know about one word, Im pretty sure that you can only make One word from it, and i am pretty sure that that is one word or something with a door, And i did this in 8th grade sience class, and i have many misspelled word in this, and i dont care im actually happy about it
Jessica Hailey
alright so i was lonely. The walls were tumbling in and i forget how to dig my way out. And the faces of the grave diggers staring in with their lit cigarettes. The lines of their faces- trenches, i will say. But i am still a man. They’d walled me in but i am still a man.
phareo monderbin
The corner street market was croweded with bikers chanting hare krishna and beating the hell out of baptist monks with placards that read this way to jebus. Then out of no where Jebus entered the god damned room! No Shit, jebus. That about killed the mood, I mean my pants were down. serioulsy.
meng
corners, are dark and dirty, unseen and left behind. no purpose. no direction. just corners but sometimes they hide the best treasures and give the biggest comfort.
kricille
in the corner of the room tehre is jackies bed. it smells like stinky horses. jackie isnt here right now, my nina and i just had some kinky sex with food invovled. now ace ventura is on and were not really watching it but its there in the background bathing us in its radiance of funny business. sex sex sex. i wanna do it again. really bad. nina is laughing but im totally serious
Nick
He sits in the corner by himself. He is shunned from the world with no one else. He is all alone, except he has his corner. He unleashes his imagination in his corner. after all. its all he has.
melissa
We stand in the corner in the morning. Laughter, nervousness, jealousy. I can’t believe the diversity before my eyes. Never would I have thought I would know so many people, enjoy so many people, be with so many people, all brought together by a single corner.
xxtreexhuggerrxx@yahoo.com
I rounded the corner slowly, not thinking about what might come next. Not really wanting to leave where I was coming from, but thrilled to be where I was going. Where was I going? Where am I going? Am I going anywhere?
Haley
around the corner the corner of a tbale i hit my head on a corner my eye split open now i have a cool scar to tell about just like ive always wanted maybe ill make up a story to go wiht it to sound cooler but i dont do it for other people just for myself
maddy
corners are everywhere. in your mind, in social situations, in school hallways and office landscapes. when put in a corner, people show their true selves. nobody likes corners in that respect. they can be safe places for hiding though.
Pia
Everyone is shoved into corners, pushed around in society. The social corner is the hardest place to be for some, while for others, it’s the best place in the world. Maybe we should all sit quietly in the social corner.
Nicholas
fuck the corner is a good place to be. turning it. the new horizon. the change. the anxiety or excitement of the unknown. then again it could be just more of the same sidewalk
Anonymous
on the corner they sell we sell hoes pimps and gimps and shrimps and handicapped imps who some called gimps. the corner is where they stood in the hood sellin poison to their brothers undercover lovers in dark rainy some stutter free writing fro ghetto thoughts in the gutter 60 secondddddsssss
ESC
This corner is safer than that corner. Warmer, drier, and it even has food.
What are you doing over there?
My corner is better than your corner, because it has resources and is sustainable. We’ll never die over in this corner.
But look at you, over there, struggling to make your way in such a small, unforgiving space.
Why are you not doing it right?
Somebody needs pitying here.
I think it is you.
Terri
peices between my fingers dont fit the mindset of each little frame in everyone’s body. the chairs are set to limit existance and i am afraid of letting it be. my tiny heart is pumping at each scene to please another eager drifter. i just want to be free.
paige
is the a small hidden place we can find it in any item such as tables fields
Anonymous
Up above, spiderwebs hanging,
Spider is hungry tonight,
His little corner receives no meals.
in the room i have a corner and all i do is sit in the corner when my life tells me to, my wife, what ? why doyou donts/a
the world is corner
In case you didn’t know, you’re pretty much the best ever. I had fun tonight. You should have stayed.
a place in a cube
she walked around the corner, bottle in hand, heels in the other. she had the look of a woman who knew what she wanted and always got it. she looked like a woman who just got exactly what she wanted. she walked to the stop sign, flagged down a taxi, got in and drove off to the apartment of her next victim. or would she prove to be his reward?
corner of a street, intersection. corner shop selling cigarettes, candy. page corner, folded back, book mark.
I sat in the corner. That seems kind of sad.
I am the corner. I guard both paths.
i am stuck in a corner with no way out!>L i hate not being able to escape! nobody puts the boy in the corner… i feel asthough i’m bing forced into a space unwanted by man or beast there are to manything i’d like to do in life this corner is not
corners are an interesting anomaly. Not quite straight but then again not quite crooked either. There’s not much you can do with corners other than stick junk in them so it’s out of the way.
the child ran into the room running from the 3 headed beast with the blood eyes and mangey fur when he felt a sharp pain in his head he fell to the floor and then the pain came rushing in.
The corner is scary. That’s where you go when you’re in trouble. It represents isolation and dissatisfaction. It also represents a joining. Perhaps like the joining of two lives.
prostitute child slamming head into corner of a cofee table blodd everywhere child crying mother picking up child comforting child noticing blood on rug
Every word reminds me of you. Wait. Actually, that isn’t quite the whole truth. Walking down the street, meandering aimlessly through the city, I turned a corner, and I was free. For the first time in days and days and long strings of days, I was free of you.
Down on the corner I noticed a female prostitute wearing a mink coat and leather chaps, and I asked myself, does she represent all that is wrong with America? Why must we strive to maintain the Puritanical underpinnings of our culture to the detriment of our more primitive desires?
In the corner it lay. Placid and fragile and waiting. He moved closer and it began to move…slowly. The fear deepened and the was where it ended.
They will put you in boxes
push you down
push you in corners
nail you to crosses
put borders across
rule lines
oblivious to worn out hours
and built up towers
vows are traced in sand
in corners of minds of rooms we crouch
the corner of the room has a plant in it. the plant is smushed between two couches and a treadmill, kind of like how i get squised on 11 hour car rides between the window, my cousin who sweats a lot, the chair in fromnt of me and im hot as heck becuase its cray hot outside and we are driving and driving and my dad hates rest stop so we never stop. :[ anyway the corner is where the teacher sends you when ur bad. i fell asleep in class once and instead of sending me to the corner, the teacher threw a marker at my head!
in the corner stands a man, not knowing, what future will bring to him…maybe a writing contest, maybe the death, maybe a lottery winning, or a new wife…he wont care, caucse he is not sure about the meaning of his life…no god, no hell, no people to get to, nothing else but the dirty old corner behind him, beneath him, around him; the corner will be his destiny, his love and his fate…he never gets out of it, cause he wont believe, that there´s a world outside poor little man!
the child sat in the corner of the room eating blueberry pie. She slobbered it all over herself. She was sitting in the right hand corner of the room beause that is where she was put when she wanted to eat the pie. There was a mat under the chair so she would not spill the pie on the floor
corners are sharp, they are scary when you get backed into them. i love the corner piece of cake. Nobody put baby in the corner.
I dont know about one word, Im pretty sure that you can only make One word from it, and i am pretty sure that that is one word or something with a door, And i did this in 8th grade sience class, and i have many misspelled word in this, and i dont care im actually happy about it
alright so i was lonely. The walls were tumbling in and i forget how to dig my way out. And the faces of the grave diggers staring in with their lit cigarettes. The lines of their faces- trenches, i will say. But i am still a man. They’d walled me in but i am still a man.
The corner street market was croweded with bikers chanting hare krishna and beating the hell out of baptist monks with placards that read this way to jebus. Then out of no where Jebus entered the god damned room! No Shit, jebus. That about killed the mood, I mean my pants were down. serioulsy.
corners, are dark and dirty, unseen and left behind. no purpose. no direction. just corners but sometimes they hide the best treasures and give the biggest comfort.
in the corner of the room tehre is jackies bed. it smells like stinky horses. jackie isnt here right now, my nina and i just had some kinky sex with food invovled. now ace ventura is on and were not really watching it but its there in the background bathing us in its radiance of funny business. sex sex sex. i wanna do it again. really bad. nina is laughing but im totally serious
He sits in the corner by himself. He is shunned from the world with no one else. He is all alone, except he has his corner. He unleashes his imagination in his corner. after all. its all he has.
We stand in the corner in the morning. Laughter, nervousness, jealousy. I can’t believe the diversity before my eyes. Never would I have thought I would know so many people, enjoy so many people, be with so many people, all brought together by a single corner.
I rounded the corner slowly, not thinking about what might come next. Not really wanting to leave where I was coming from, but thrilled to be where I was going. Where was I going? Where am I going? Am I going anywhere?
around the corner the corner of a tbale i hit my head on a corner my eye split open now i have a cool scar to tell about just like ive always wanted maybe ill make up a story to go wiht it to sound cooler but i dont do it for other people just for myself
corners are everywhere. in your mind, in social situations, in school hallways and office landscapes. when put in a corner, people show their true selves. nobody likes corners in that respect. they can be safe places for hiding though.
Everyone is shoved into corners, pushed around in society. The social corner is the hardest place to be for some, while for others, it’s the best place in the world. Maybe we should all sit quietly in the social corner.
fuck the corner is a good place to be. turning it. the new horizon. the change. the anxiety or excitement of the unknown. then again it could be just more of the same sidewalk
on the corner they sell we sell hoes pimps and gimps and shrimps and handicapped imps who some called gimps. the corner is where they stood in the hood sellin poison to their brothers undercover lovers in dark rainy some stutter free writing fro ghetto thoughts in the gutter 60 secondddddsssss
This corner is safer than that corner. Warmer, drier, and it even has food.
What are you doing over there?
My corner is better than your corner, because it has resources and is sustainable. We’ll never die over in this corner.
But look at you, over there, struggling to make your way in such a small, unforgiving space.
Why are you not doing it right?
Somebody needs pitying here.
I think it is you.
peices between my fingers dont fit the mindset of each little frame in everyone’s body. the chairs are set to limit existance and i am afraid of letting it be. my tiny heart is pumping at each scene to please another eager drifter. i just want to be free.
is the a small hidden place we can find it in any item such as tables fields
Up above, spiderwebs hanging,
Spider is hungry tonight,
His little corner receives no meals.
one word