when i finished riding my bike i put it in the garage. After, i locked the garage so people cant get in there.
brandoncano
lock the door. throw away the key. take a scarf. wear a sweater. eat some pudding. but lock the damn door. seriously. What have i told you about locking the door? people need to keep the zombies out. they like brains. I don’t like people who like brains. namely, zombies. jeez.
Endless mike
get out of my room. leave me alone. i am tired of feeling like a prisoner in my own house. I DON’T LIKE the way you treat her. she deserves better than you. you cheat on her and don’t even try to hide it. she holds onto you like you’ll someday want to commit. you don’t want to commit. you want her for sex, food, and rides. you don’t care about her or her feelings. don’t you realize that people are onto you? that we all know how you act? we KNOW.
mary
lock my heart and my mind. keep them safe up inside. Please leave my heart alone, you just want to own it for your own
satonia
I pour honey on your chin
and laugh
like popping caps along the alley wall.
these chips on your shoulder
they are rubble and do you no good
except remind us
why caution was reinstated
as saltwater taffy rather than skill.
Hannah Wells
a lock. something that protects? or invites?
perhaps both. maybe neither. funny how we put so much faith in a thing and none in people.
the world isnt at a good stage is it.
oh well; not like i dont lock my things. :D
hsg
you’ve got an arm tank
under your shirt
so that when you smoke,
you cry
like a field mouse
eating onions in the store room.
Hannah Wells
You won’t ever be the same, you know. The door of your past has been locked behind you. All the world sees you now, for what you really are; naked and bare, beyond the realm of the latched.
I never quite understood why I did the things I did.
Phaedrus Rue
it stopped her from entering, how she hated it.
Then she thought, did it also keep him out. Safety yet restriction, did she love it or hate it? Maybe she just didn’t care…………………………….
Verity
“You can’t even lock the door properly!” Sophia screamed, her voice echoing down the long wooden hallway.
He didn’t answer; whether because he hadn’t heard her or because he chose not to respond, she couldn’t be certain.
Les
lock yourlself in and never come back out! you think the worlds is a place of grey! but youve found a key and you can come back out of your darnkess and backinto light where love happens and is true. just me and you. locked up together. they willnever find us! finally at last, i will be free!
Joseph
A wise friend of mine once said “A lock only keeps an honest man out”. How true!
oh to be locked away.
forgotten.
never to be found, seen or heard from again.
why would you want to lock someone up?
to hide them from the world?
to keep them a secret?
i never want to be locked away.
to lock is to lose and to lose is to forget.
don’t lock away the one’s you love.
aimee
My life seems to be locked most of the time from true reality. Lock all your problems away somewhere where not even you can remember the combination. Lock the love you have for the ones who are closest to you. Lock memories of things that are hurtful to you in your life away in your subconscious. Take a lock and put it on your heart if you want to lose the warmth and compassion of others in life. Lock love away and noone will be able to get to you and your true feelings. I love the fact that I don’t have a lock on my emotions and am able to keep them pretty much out in the open. Take notes on what you lock away because no matter how hard you try you won’t be able to suppress it forever! I know this for sure and am privvy to some of the information under lock and key in my brain.
Glenda
(i am a mistake.
never learned from myself,
doing everything
not
quite
correctly
again
lock up these eyes and make me blind)
oblivion to these flaunting flaws
that manifest blindly and crawl
between the perfection, a sinful
manipulation of ruined innocence.
(so i don’t have to watch
myself do this all wrong
one more time.)
steph han.
My heart has always felt locked, locked by iron links and chains and bound, bound so tight that I could never let anyone in. I protect my heart, I lock it way, but you may have found that key, that key that will UNlock those bonds, unlock that part of me that no one has ever seen. Be careful with that power.
Jenna
There was a lock on my heart. I didn’t want to let anyone in but he had the key. He didn’t pressure me into anything, just held the key out towards me and let me decide if I was ready to open myself up to him.
Marcie
you are the brilliant color of strawberry gold and brass jewels
while i am
the death of ravens.
InfinityOnTheRun
i have locked my heart up in a box. you can date me and sweep me off my feet. but you won’t get to open the lock. for i have given the key to another. you could always try to pick the lock?
kat the great
lock the door when you leave.
not that it matters because we left all the windows open.
I’m not too worried though.
It’s not very safe here, but we don’t have much to steal.
A. Smith
door car window people prisoner hate die kill fuck death kill want need hate military missile discovery rapist needs locking dock reading book running out of things to think of nothing comes to mind so Im just going to write random things until i think of something to say
tomas `
door car window people prisoner hate die kill fuck death kill want need hate military missile discovery rapist needs locking dock reading book running out of things to think of nothing comes to mind so Im just going to write random things until i think of something to say
tomas `
lock is a key word in this place. lots of rules here…gotta be in one room for this amount of time, that room for that amount of time…can’t go nowhere til March…can’t wait til my life has no locks on it, man, I’m gonna relish my freedom like I never did before when I had it all.
kb
A lock is something that we use everday to make sure that our building is secure. We also use locks on all of our vehicles, because they have a tendancy to be broken in to at night. I also lock my work computer every evening before I go home, because I do not want anyone to see what I have been working on.
Jeff Payne
lock up your daughters! Wow where did that come from? You hold the key to my heart. Is that related? Lock and key. Lock and up. Locked vault. This is hard! Locker is locked lock lock loch och!
p
Locked up in middle of a bubble You Roll You Tumble waiting for a time when the first shall be last locked up in side a bubble of blank and dank dark empty, your stomach cripes and moans.
Vanfooy
and key, hardwired, we have a lock on our eyes, going to lock the door now, locked out, lock and load, unlock and learn, leaving it unlocked, clock locked
Terri Swift
they always beat me, the little buggers. This one was no different. I took down dragons, wizards, hordes of evil men and the undead, only to be beaten by a few bits of metal. I can’t get into the place where the treasure is, because of a locked stone door.
nate
Time can lock you up in your misery
to where you have no where left to run
and you are all alone with yourself and the darkness
wishing someone would come and rescue you
youre still alone an hour later
you wander to yourself
why am i here?
what is my use?
None
my points clear and my times running out.
Good-Bye
AllAlone
and it was locked.
I was under the impression
That I had the key to your heart,
But skeleton keys don’t count.
Kelvin Spears
I will not lock away my fears, hopes, dreams, and future. I will do it how I want to do it. It may not be the right way, or the way you imagined it, but I refuse to lock myself in a closet for the rest of my life like you did.
Sandy
I would smith myself if I could,
really.
But there’s not enough of me exposed to the
tumultuous world to be worth the challenge
Except two curved lines.
Emily
I locked the door, as I did every night. I put so much faith into that little lock: keep me safe, protect my possessions, my life. So when it failed me for the first time in twenty years, I lost more than just my possessions. I lost my faith.
Amber
I locked the door, as I did every night. I put so much faith into that little lock: keep me safe, protect my possessions, my life. So when it failed me for the first time in twenty years, I lost more than just my possessions. I lost my faith.
Amber Brimstin
I locked the door, as I did every night. I put so much faith into that little lock: keep me safe, protect my possessions, my life. So when it failed me for the first time in twenty years, I lost more than just my possessions. I lost my faith.
Amber Brimstin
I hit the button before the attacker got to the car, but it was a near thing. Had he caught me, heaven only knows how I’d have escaped. At least now Makr had a chance of receiving my warning. Just pray it will be in time and used to good effect. With Makr, one never knew .
That certainly made saving his life a bit dicy. Was he suicidal at heart? One had to wonder. Even more importantly, was I?
pandemo
It was a lock of hair, in my lasagne. My lasagne. Beautifully tied up in what would have been a quaint ribbon, if it had not been desicrated upon with the dripping tomato and mince. What kind of etiquete do you follow, it’s not quite the same as, “excuse me waiter there appears to be a hair in my soup”. Do I eat on? No. I couldn’t possibly, how could anyone eat around something so obvious? I can’t imagine what the maitre de would say if he came to remove the plate and there, mounted on pasta, sat a lock of greasy hair.
mills
she had heard a lot of things about doors. But never went through many.
the one that’s standing in front of her was frightening.
because all the doors that she passed thru had no locks on it.
this one had. and she realised she dont have the key.
zorba
The door was locked again. She hammered as hard as she could, but in vain. “Bloody hell,” she muttered. It was raining too heavily for this, and she hefted a rock without much thought. A window shattered and she smiled, taking pleasure in the tinkling of glass.
when i finished riding my bike i put it in the garage. After, i locked the garage so people cant get in there.
lock the door. throw away the key. take a scarf. wear a sweater. eat some pudding. but lock the damn door. seriously. What have i told you about locking the door? people need to keep the zombies out. they like brains. I don’t like people who like brains. namely, zombies. jeez.
get out of my room. leave me alone. i am tired of feeling like a prisoner in my own house. I DON’T LIKE the way you treat her. she deserves better than you. you cheat on her and don’t even try to hide it. she holds onto you like you’ll someday want to commit. you don’t want to commit. you want her for sex, food, and rides. you don’t care about her or her feelings. don’t you realize that people are onto you? that we all know how you act? we KNOW.
lock my heart and my mind. keep them safe up inside. Please leave my heart alone, you just want to own it for your own
I pour honey on your chin
and laugh
like popping caps along the alley wall.
these chips on your shoulder
they are rubble and do you no good
except remind us
why caution was reinstated
as saltwater taffy rather than skill.
a lock. something that protects? or invites?
perhaps both. maybe neither. funny how we put so much faith in a thing and none in people.
the world isnt at a good stage is it.
oh well; not like i dont lock my things. :D
you’ve got an arm tank
under your shirt
so that when you smoke,
you cry
like a field mouse
eating onions in the store room.
You won’t ever be the same, you know. The door of your past has been locked behind you. All the world sees you now, for what you really are; naked and bare, beyond the realm of the latched.
I never quite understood why I did the things I did.
it stopped her from entering, how she hated it.
Then she thought, did it also keep him out. Safety yet restriction, did she love it or hate it? Maybe she just didn’t care…………………………….
“You can’t even lock the door properly!” Sophia screamed, her voice echoing down the long wooden hallway.
He didn’t answer; whether because he hadn’t heard her or because he chose not to respond, she couldn’t be certain.
lock yourlself in and never come back out! you think the worlds is a place of grey! but youve found a key and you can come back out of your darnkess and backinto light where love happens and is true. just me and you. locked up together. they willnever find us! finally at last, i will be free!
A wise friend of mine once said “A lock only keeps an honest man out”. How true!
door, house, journal, car, key, pad, nest monster, up, jail, bird, tattoo, rare, store, man, important,
oh to be locked away.
forgotten.
never to be found, seen or heard from again.
why would you want to lock someone up?
to hide them from the world?
to keep them a secret?
i never want to be locked away.
to lock is to lose and to lose is to forget.
don’t lock away the one’s you love.
My life seems to be locked most of the time from true reality. Lock all your problems away somewhere where not even you can remember the combination. Lock the love you have for the ones who are closest to you. Lock memories of things that are hurtful to you in your life away in your subconscious. Take a lock and put it on your heart if you want to lose the warmth and compassion of others in life. Lock love away and noone will be able to get to you and your true feelings. I love the fact that I don’t have a lock on my emotions and am able to keep them pretty much out in the open. Take notes on what you lock away because no matter how hard you try you won’t be able to suppress it forever! I know this for sure and am privvy to some of the information under lock and key in my brain.
(i am a mistake.
never learned from myself,
doing everything
not
quite
correctly
again
lock up these eyes and make me blind)
oblivion to these flaunting flaws
that manifest blindly and crawl
between the perfection, a sinful
manipulation of ruined innocence.
(so i don’t have to watch
myself do this all wrong
one more time.)
My heart has always felt locked, locked by iron links and chains and bound, bound so tight that I could never let anyone in. I protect my heart, I lock it way, but you may have found that key, that key that will UNlock those bonds, unlock that part of me that no one has ever seen. Be careful with that power.
There was a lock on my heart. I didn’t want to let anyone in but he had the key. He didn’t pressure me into anything, just held the key out towards me and let me decide if I was ready to open myself up to him.
you are the brilliant color of strawberry gold and brass jewels
while i am
the death of ravens.
i have locked my heart up in a box. you can date me and sweep me off my feet. but you won’t get to open the lock. for i have given the key to another. you could always try to pick the lock?
lock the door when you leave.
not that it matters because we left all the windows open.
I’m not too worried though.
It’s not very safe here, but we don’t have much to steal.
door car window people prisoner hate die kill fuck death kill want need hate military missile discovery rapist needs locking dock reading book running out of things to think of nothing comes to mind so Im just going to write random things until i think of something to say
door car window people prisoner hate die kill fuck death kill want need hate military missile discovery rapist needs locking dock reading book running out of things to think of nothing comes to mind so Im just going to write random things until i think of something to say
lock is a key word in this place. lots of rules here…gotta be in one room for this amount of time, that room for that amount of time…can’t go nowhere til March…can’t wait til my life has no locks on it, man, I’m gonna relish my freedom like I never did before when I had it all.
A lock is something that we use everday to make sure that our building is secure. We also use locks on all of our vehicles, because they have a tendancy to be broken in to at night. I also lock my work computer every evening before I go home, because I do not want anyone to see what I have been working on.
lock up your daughters! Wow where did that come from? You hold the key to my heart. Is that related? Lock and key. Lock and up. Locked vault. This is hard! Locker is locked lock lock loch och!
Locked up in middle of a bubble You Roll You Tumble waiting for a time when the first shall be last locked up in side a bubble of blank and dank dark empty, your stomach cripes and moans.
and key, hardwired, we have a lock on our eyes, going to lock the door now, locked out, lock and load, unlock and learn, leaving it unlocked, clock locked
they always beat me, the little buggers. This one was no different. I took down dragons, wizards, hordes of evil men and the undead, only to be beaten by a few bits of metal. I can’t get into the place where the treasure is, because of a locked stone door.
Time can lock you up in your misery
to where you have no where left to run
and you are all alone with yourself and the darkness
wishing someone would come and rescue you
youre still alone an hour later
you wander to yourself
why am i here?
what is my use?
None
my points clear and my times running out.
Good-Bye
and it was locked.
I was under the impression
That I had the key to your heart,
But skeleton keys don’t count.
I will not lock away my fears, hopes, dreams, and future. I will do it how I want to do it. It may not be the right way, or the way you imagined it, but I refuse to lock myself in a closet for the rest of my life like you did.
I would smith myself if I could,
really.
But there’s not enough of me exposed to the
tumultuous world to be worth the challenge
Except two curved lines.
I locked the door, as I did every night. I put so much faith into that little lock: keep me safe, protect my possessions, my life. So when it failed me for the first time in twenty years, I lost more than just my possessions. I lost my faith.
I locked the door, as I did every night. I put so much faith into that little lock: keep me safe, protect my possessions, my life. So when it failed me for the first time in twenty years, I lost more than just my possessions. I lost my faith.
I locked the door, as I did every night. I put so much faith into that little lock: keep me safe, protect my possessions, my life. So when it failed me for the first time in twenty years, I lost more than just my possessions. I lost my faith.
I hit the button before the attacker got to the car, but it was a near thing. Had he caught me, heaven only knows how I’d have escaped. At least now Makr had a chance of receiving my warning. Just pray it will be in time and used to good effect. With Makr, one never knew .
That certainly made saving his life a bit dicy. Was he suicidal at heart? One had to wonder. Even more importantly, was I?
It was a lock of hair, in my lasagne. My lasagne. Beautifully tied up in what would have been a quaint ribbon, if it had not been desicrated upon with the dripping tomato and mince. What kind of etiquete do you follow, it’s not quite the same as, “excuse me waiter there appears to be a hair in my soup”. Do I eat on? No. I couldn’t possibly, how could anyone eat around something so obvious? I can’t imagine what the maitre de would say if he came to remove the plate and there, mounted on pasta, sat a lock of greasy hair.
she had heard a lot of things about doors. But never went through many.
the one that’s standing in front of her was frightening.
because all the doors that she passed thru had no locks on it.
this one had. and she realised she dont have the key.
The door was locked again. She hammered as hard as she could, but in vain. “Bloody hell,” she muttered. It was raining too heavily for this, and she hefted a rock without much thought. A window shattered and she smiled, taking pleasure in the tinkling of glass.