I want a key, a key to my skate, a key to my mind, a key to my childhood, a key to the mysteries of the world, a key to solving the pain in the world, and most of all I want the key to balance, great balance, so I won’t end up on the bottom of the river, like a dead cod.
Key. What is the key to good writing? The key to lasting friendships? The key to happiness and a meaningful life? “Key” brings with it only questions, not answers, which is odd because “key” denotes the finalized solution – the finding and uncovering.
I can’t believe nobody has keyed my car yet. Should I be offended?
cypherlou
Shit, key? I dunno. I guess there is this one key in my parent’s room, by the computer, and I have no idea what it leads to. It’s an old key. I kinda don’t want to know what it leads to because I enjoy the mystery of the thing.
Dan O'Shea
love
Ben Laksana
When I leaned closer to the keyhole ot spy inside, the lace that was tied to a key around my neck slipped loose and fell to the ground with a sharp clink. This is it, I thought, I’m bound to be discovered now. But the expected footsteps that soon followed did not come from inside the dark room, but from behind me.
Becky
There are a million keys and this one goddamn lock. I can never figure out which one it is, I’ll try every other key on the keyring before I get to the right one, and even though I’ll know by sight, I just won’t look. What’s wrong with me? It explains most of my life, I just don’t look.
Mae
unlock this
cherry heart
and eat it up
it’s kinda salty
there’s an ocean
(of things i’m ashamed of)
in there, sweetie
(i’ve heard
chocolate milkshakes
taste better
with a little salt in them
and i’ve heard
that if you can knot
a cherry
then you’re a
pretty good kisser)
He entered the tower with ease killing all the knights defending it. However he was stopped by a giant gate. It was locked , but he didn’t know where to find the key. He was desperate. If he didn’t open the gate in the next 2 hours his wife would die.
The carpets are up and the floorboards revealed. In the end the task was a trivial one, the excitement of seeing polished floorboards beneath the old carpet was the key to motivating everyone to get to the full reveal. The room took on a new life as its bones were uncovered. It had a glow under the layers of dirt and the grime.
large key, with a hear shape was inserted into the keyhole. this key was no ordinary key. gertrude had received it from her grandmother as a gift before she died. she remembered being puzzled when she received
Sara Siddoway
happiness is the key to life. smile is the key to happiness. good mood is the key to smile. good people around you are the key to good mood. so surround yourself with good people AND be one! this is the secret key to wonderful life you will never regret about. btw not regretting about anything is also a key to happiness!
Key to what I might have to say.
Nothing.
Or maybe…
Who knows?
Key to that that no one would say.
Key to what no one knows.
Nadia
You wore it around your neck with pride, now I have it back to give away once more. You didn’t deserve it, you never had, you abused my trust with it and now I’m scared to give it to someone else.
Ben Rogers
A key is a thing that opens another thing. It can be small or large, metal or plastic or a word and intangible. It can make sense of another thing. It can provide insight. It can be frightening or beautiful or scary or sharp.
Vena
He’s been walking forever, feeling crunchy gravel under heavy shoes. Wobbling on tired legs. Home; home isn’t far away. The key, roped around his neck is a soft reminder. Home; it’s close now.
i hate that i don’t have the key to all the right answers. they are hidden in a chest, somewhere in my house. i know that if i look i’ll find it, but what’s the point if i can’t open it?
Koala
keys go in locks, locks go in doors, doors go in spaces. space doesn’t have doors, nor locks, nor keys. keys go on a keychain. chains don’t have locks, either.
emily
I glanced at the key. Small, rusted, seemingly insignificant. Yet it could do so many things. What did it open? How many hands had touched it through the years, passing it down generations.
Jasmine
The word key brings to mind all of the locks that I need to unlock to find success, peace, and happiness in life. The key to life is to live it one day at a time.
Rick c
There’s a key under the table. It is the key to all keys, the key to the key of keys. These keys help us in finding the key of life. Key.
Jia
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Scoop n Heap
Ihad the key… it lay before me glinting in the tiny ray of sunlight that crept through the crack in the door. But alas, my body felt much too heavy, to unbearably dense to lift up, even the finger which was only an inch away from the key.
its small. You can unlock doors with it. Its starts with K . It can help you unlock things home and doors. Its smaller than you
Maria
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ngocxanh2012@yahoo.com
in the grand complexity of the universe one word could not begin to describe the infinite improbability of the possibilities of how this object (Akey) could have been formend or names so, though I wont pretend to know the odds of how such an event could come to pass I will however say that it is amazing to say that one person named and invented this object and it has since been called by several names from different countries and languages because when one ponders the beginnings of and object or just it’s name we really begin to realize just how truly interconnected we are with each other I personally find that such a simple object is capable of this feat amazing but this only goes to prove that the universe is really just a web of interconnecting strands of twine that can be followed back to their root from the end (present time) to whenever it was concived (some time in the past when said object or word or such was created and first though of bu a sentient being)
SourMan
the key to wisdom is to just observe. This was the words of wisdom my dad told me every day. He was a scientist, so of course he was right. I’ve grown up with these words echoing in my head, contolling my actions. I have always obeyed them.
I’ve seen it before, at the edge of the horizon.
In the corner of my eye, just before I awaken, at the edge of the land, there is a beacon. It gleams and emits a wavering light and when I see it, a soft music begins to sound and life itself becomes weightless. The crash on the shore loses its slap, the crunch of feet on leaves loses its weight.
I have yet to reach this object, my dear, to see its outlines, to log a sensory experience within my dream’s confines — he paused, to light his pipe– but I know that regardless of what it, or whom, it may be, my mind sees it as my key to happiness.
opening the entrance to the closet where her old fur coats and costume jewellery hang, once decadent, now decayed.
Catherine Strang
Justin holds my heart in his hands. he didnt need a key for there was no lock. i hope this lasts forever. i hope i dont fuck up. but i am human and that is the nature of my condition.
There is a key to every key. The key is to listen to the note that it brings. In the key of a piano board, there are always individual sounds in an octave. The other octaves are the same, but by themselves as well. The key to everything else is always different as well; try playing the key to playing basketball and you’ll find it’s just another octave of the key to typing.
I find that the key to anything can be, in itself, anything. Which is what makes it a key and not, say, another specific thing like ‘patience’ or ‘exercise’. I happen to think that even money can bring happiness; greed destroys it, yes, but money could bring you anything. Love even, sure. I don’t see wha tthe big deal about love bringing happiness anyway, when it is in fact full of heartbreak, worry, doubt and work. Sure there’s all of that in money too, but you can control money more than you control love! And if your grip is good, well that you have nothing to worry about it. Money is paper. Love is human. Humans cannot be fully controlled; and if they can be, well then that’s not real love now is it.
Anyway, back to the key. There’s a lotta talk about how hard it is to find the key and what it all means and where the lock is and..blah blah. Almost no one stops to realize that the lock is obviously inside us, because we’re all talking about an imaginary key and lock anyway! I mean, there is no PHYSICAL lock out there labeled ‘happiness’ (except in joke, all in the name of romance).
so i was in an elevator one day and this lady was throwing her bunch of keys up and catching them and once the elevator stopped on her floor she threw them up and walked out and they fell through the gap in the floor i felt pretty bad for her untill she went “oh no not again” :p
natalia
the kry yo my heart is through you and all the bullshit you have put me through i still love you and everything eill be there always. you have place and the key and it cant ever go away. don’t lieave me i’ll die without it. fuck. my god.
Riley
There is a key to every key. The key is to listen to the note that it brings. In the key of a piano board, there are always individual sounds in an octave. The other octaves are the same, but by themselves as well. The key to everything else is always different as well; try playing the key to playing basketball and you’ll find it’s just another octave of the key to typing.
stephanie siu
the key to happiness the key to your heart the key to success
we are all in need of these keys to unlock all these random lock doors
how will we ever find them
will we like what we find behind them
keys
keys
keys keys
Melissa C
the key to life is having fun. doing what’s right and what’s right for you. You don’t have to know the key for other’s lock’s just your own.
Garr Garstocker@hotmail.com
Garr
is bar of eny thing you want to go and go again to any where so you for us do any thing for any body
shed
The key to happiness. Well it’s hard to think about finding the key, when I haven’t even located the lock.
I once thought I found it, and made out the shape of the puzzle… But then the building was demolished, the door along with it all.
So I walked down the road, looking for another building to explore in the hopes of finding the door, lock, key, the whole deal.
One day…
Jes
The key to success is the same as the key to happiness which is the same as they key to a good life. That is not to say that success leads to happiness which leads to a good life, all three can exist independently. All it means is that nobody knows that key.
I want a key, a key to my skate, a key to my mind, a key to my childhood, a key to the mysteries of the world, a key to solving the pain in the world, and most of all I want the key to balance, great balance, so I won’t end up on the bottom of the river, like a dead cod.
Key. What is the key to good writing? The key to lasting friendships? The key to happiness and a meaningful life? “Key” brings with it only questions, not answers, which is odd because “key” denotes the finalized solution – the finding and uncovering.
I can’t believe nobody has keyed my car yet. Should I be offended?
Shit, key? I dunno. I guess there is this one key in my parent’s room, by the computer, and I have no idea what it leads to. It’s an old key. I kinda don’t want to know what it leads to because I enjoy the mystery of the thing.
love
When I leaned closer to the keyhole ot spy inside, the lace that was tied to a key around my neck slipped loose and fell to the ground with a sharp clink. This is it, I thought, I’m bound to be discovered now. But the expected footsteps that soon followed did not come from inside the dark room, but from behind me.
There are a million keys and this one goddamn lock. I can never figure out which one it is, I’ll try every other key on the keyring before I get to the right one, and even though I’ll know by sight, I just won’t look. What’s wrong with me? It explains most of my life, I just don’t look.
unlock this
cherry heart
and eat it up
it’s kinda salty
there’s an ocean
(of things i’m ashamed of)
in there, sweetie
(i’ve heard
chocolate milkshakes
taste better
with a little salt in them
and i’ve heard
that if you can knot
a cherry
then you’re a
pretty good kisser)
He entered the tower with ease killing all the knights defending it. However he was stopped by a giant gate. It was locked , but he didn’t know where to find the key. He was desperate. If he didn’t open the gate in the next 2 hours his wife would die.
The carpets are up and the floorboards revealed. In the end the task was a trivial one, the excitement of seeing polished floorboards beneath the old carpet was the key to motivating everyone to get to the full reveal. The room took on a new life as its bones were uncovered. It had a glow under the layers of dirt and the grime.
large key, with a hear shape was inserted into the keyhole. this key was no ordinary key. gertrude had received it from her grandmother as a gift before she died. she remembered being puzzled when she received
happiness is the key to life. smile is the key to happiness. good mood is the key to smile. good people around you are the key to good mood. so surround yourself with good people AND be one! this is the secret key to wonderful life you will never regret about. btw not regretting about anything is also a key to happiness!
Key to what I might have to say.
Nothing.
Or maybe…
Who knows?
Key to that that no one would say.
Key to what no one knows.
You wore it around your neck with pride, now I have it back to give away once more. You didn’t deserve it, you never had, you abused my trust with it and now I’m scared to give it to someone else.
A key is a thing that opens another thing. It can be small or large, metal or plastic or a word and intangible. It can make sense of another thing. It can provide insight. It can be frightening or beautiful or scary or sharp.
He’s been walking forever, feeling crunchy gravel under heavy shoes. Wobbling on tired legs. Home; home isn’t far away. The key, roped around his neck is a soft reminder. Home; it’s close now.
i hate that i don’t have the key to all the right answers. they are hidden in a chest, somewhere in my house. i know that if i look i’ll find it, but what’s the point if i can’t open it?
keys go in locks, locks go in doors, doors go in spaces. space doesn’t have doors, nor locks, nor keys. keys go on a keychain. chains don’t have locks, either.
I glanced at the key. Small, rusted, seemingly insignificant. Yet it could do so many things. What did it open? How many hands had touched it through the years, passing it down generations.
The word key brings to mind all of the locks that I need to unlock to find success, peace, and happiness in life. The key to life is to live it one day at a time.
There’s a key under the table. It is the key to all keys, the key to the key of keys. These keys help us in finding the key of life. Key.
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Ihad the key… it lay before me glinting in the tiny ray of sunlight that crept through the crack in the door. But alas, my body felt much too heavy, to unbearably dense to lift up, even the finger which was only an inch away from the key.
its small. You can unlock doors with it. Its starts with K . It can help you unlock things home and doors. Its smaller than you
Thill texts thoroughly address the new-media skills that employees are expected to have in today’s business environment. Business Communication Essentials presents these technologies in the context of proven communication strategies and essential business English skills.
in the grand complexity of the universe one word could not begin to describe the infinite improbability of the possibilities of how this object (Akey) could have been formend or names so, though I wont pretend to know the odds of how such an event could come to pass I will however say that it is amazing to say that one person named and invented this object and it has since been called by several names from different countries and languages because when one ponders the beginnings of and object or just it’s name we really begin to realize just how truly interconnected we are with each other I personally find that such a simple object is capable of this feat amazing but this only goes to prove that the universe is really just a web of interconnecting strands of twine that can be followed back to their root from the end (present time) to whenever it was concived (some time in the past when said object or word or such was created and first though of bu a sentient being)
the key to wisdom is to just observe. This was the words of wisdom my dad told me every day. He was a scientist, so of course he was right. I’ve grown up with these words echoing in my head, contolling my actions. I have always obeyed them.
I’ve seen it before, at the edge of the horizon.
In the corner of my eye, just before I awaken, at the edge of the land, there is a beacon. It gleams and emits a wavering light and when I see it, a soft music begins to sound and life itself becomes weightless. The crash on the shore loses its slap, the crunch of feet on leaves loses its weight.
I have yet to reach this object, my dear, to see its outlines, to log a sensory experience within my dream’s confines — he paused, to light his pipe– but I know that regardless of what it, or whom, it may be, my mind sees it as my key to happiness.
opening the entrance to the closet where her old fur coats and costume jewellery hang, once decadent, now decayed.
Justin holds my heart in his hands. he didnt need a key for there was no lock. i hope this lasts forever. i hope i dont fuck up. but i am human and that is the nature of my condition.
There is a key to every key. The key is to listen to the note that it brings. In the key of a piano board, there are always individual sounds in an octave. The other octaves are the same, but by themselves as well. The key to everything else is always different as well; try playing the key to playing basketball and you’ll find it’s just another octave of the key to typing.
I find that the key to anything can be, in itself, anything. Which is what makes it a key and not, say, another specific thing like ‘patience’ or ‘exercise’. I happen to think that even money can bring happiness; greed destroys it, yes, but money could bring you anything. Love even, sure. I don’t see wha tthe big deal about love bringing happiness anyway, when it is in fact full of heartbreak, worry, doubt and work. Sure there’s all of that in money too, but you can control money more than you control love! And if your grip is good, well that you have nothing to worry about it. Money is paper. Love is human. Humans cannot be fully controlled; and if they can be, well then that’s not real love now is it.
Anyway, back to the key. There’s a lotta talk about how hard it is to find the key and what it all means and where the lock is and..blah blah. Almost no one stops to realize that the lock is obviously inside us, because we’re all talking about an imaginary key and lock anyway! I mean, there is no PHYSICAL lock out there labeled ‘happiness’ (except in joke, all in the name of romance).
so i was in an elevator one day and this lady was throwing her bunch of keys up and catching them and once the elevator stopped on her floor she threw them up and walked out and they fell through the gap in the floor i felt pretty bad for her untill she went “oh no not again” :p
the kry yo my heart is through you and all the bullshit you have put me through i still love you and everything eill be there always. you have place and the key and it cant ever go away. don’t lieave me i’ll die without it. fuck. my god.
There is a key to every key. The key is to listen to the note that it brings. In the key of a piano board, there are always individual sounds in an octave. The other octaves are the same, but by themselves as well. The key to everything else is always different as well; try playing the key to playing basketball and you’ll find it’s just another octave of the key to typing.
the key to happiness the key to your heart the key to success
we are all in need of these keys to unlock all these random lock doors
how will we ever find them
will we like what we find behind them
keys
keys
keys keys
the key to life is having fun. doing what’s right and what’s right for you. You don’t have to know the key for other’s lock’s just your own.
Garr Garstocker@hotmail.com
is bar of eny thing you want to go and go again to any where so you for us do any thing for any body
The key to happiness. Well it’s hard to think about finding the key, when I haven’t even located the lock.
I once thought I found it, and made out the shape of the puzzle… But then the building was demolished, the door along with it all.
So I walked down the road, looking for another building to explore in the hopes of finding the door, lock, key, the whole deal.
One day…
The key to success is the same as the key to happiness which is the same as they key to a good life. That is not to say that success leads to happiness which leads to a good life, all three can exist independently. All it means is that nobody knows that key.
Old and worn, an key rested in my palm; my fingers flipped it over and over, feeling where the rust had taken over.