i’d lock you in the closet and then wait an hour before i let you out.
then i would console you.
i would stroke your hair, and let you cry it all out.
“there there,” i would say.
“everything is just fine,” i would whisper.
me
heatbreak lock. shudders stop. please shiver out the strands of my hair, your fingertips on my skin. wait till the neverwhen, and the never begining, holding onto an eternity of all that could have been. love you.
If.I.Could
im about to lock myself in my room and go to sleep im so tired
erin
Her hair hung in golden strands, and I reached to twine a lock around my finger amazed at the play upon it from the lights of the night. I was immediately in love.
Ava
dismissed — ;;
from your life with four simple words,
but i’m still locked in time,
thinking of you.
frozen.
like a winter’s night.
icicles hanging low.
beautiful but transparent
in everything that it is-
just like you, baby.
just like you.
but make no mistake,
darling,
this time,
you will be dismissed
from my heart.
j. kai
a lock of hair, snipped from my daughters’ hair still remains in an envelope in the memory box which resides under my bed. how the colour of their hair has changed over the years, from dark blonde, to white and back again.
rosylee
I lock my door when I sleep. I’m scared of someone coming in and hurting me somehow, raping or torturing me. I’m not really scared of death, just pain. If it were quick I wouldn’t mind, but people on the news always seem to get stabbed, and that looks like it hurts.
Also I’m scared of zombies.
stacy
So I turned around, closed the door softly behind me, and locked it. So that he couldn’t get in, and I couldn’t get out. So that I’d be safe from my thoughts and my hopes and my wishes and my dreams. So he’d be out of my mind.
H
i try to come it. it’s locked like always. you keep yourself in there. i can’t get to you. i wish you would tell me what you feel. i try so hard to push and break your barrier down, but you keep it up. i can’t reach. please unlock it. i miss you
rover:]
I am locked.
My mind is locked.
My heart is locked
In this ongoing beating
pitter patter
that just gets faster
every time I think of you.
I wish your mind was locked
on me
and your heart was locked
in that pitter patter
for me.
I wish I could be unlocked
and forget you.
Steph B
i’m glad i have a lock on my laptop. the lock helps from people seeing my things. the lock is a very useful invention. imagine being us and not having locks. without locks we wouldn’t have anything.
PinkLovesParis
there’s a lock on the door
no way out
it’s there to stay
can’t see the light
No one will come for you
here forever
Scream all you please
No key.
You’re stuck.
Emily
the lock was adavancing but the time has stopped between me and you, there
Anneth
i lost the keys to my house. sometimes, i have to climb in the window over the kitchen sink. i think of things that people hide, and that other people try to get to but never can. secrets, and lies, and things of the sort.
kalli kayona
there’s a door and i wan to get inside but i can’t because someone is in side and locked the door. and it’s really frustrating me because i know there’s eomething good behind it but i can’t get there and it’s extrememly frustrated. and i’m tired and i don’t really care anymore but i want to look through the lock to see if i can see anything. hopefully it won’t be goo cause i dn’t want to miss anything.
sophie
What do you lock away,
Hidden from the world?
Is it something pretty,
Or close to your heart?
Will you let me see it?
Or do you keep it for yourself?
Smailman
I never have a key when I need it. Figuratively that is… I can never get into the places I’d really like to get into, like other people’s minds, or their houses. It’s really unfortunate because sometimes you can find the most interesting things in those places. Someone find me an open all key!
Heather
help me lock away every fucking doubt that i’ve ever had about myself. and you? you just don’t understand that you’ve got the key to everything i have ever been afraid of. you have the power to destroy with one blink of your eyes.
luminous
as in to lock something up, or keep it safe? maybe even to keep it from itself? to hide it away and never let it see the light of day. you say its for its own good but can you know? really? its not always best.
mew
my heart is on lock. i want to open to you. i feel my chest open i want it open i want you to open yours i want to love i want to know i want to the key to this lock i want it so badly love me touch me feel me open this lock now now now please i need it i love it give it to me please i love you soon enough
b
Lock.
A piece of metal fashioned so that only one key can fit into it.
I’ve locked away my heart and given the key to only one.
There is only one key.
So, what would happen to my heart if the only key was lost?
Would it remain locked in its state forever?
Locks and keys are dangerous things in the world of love.
Alise
The lock hung on the doorknob from a chain that wrapped around it several times. Believe me, I’ve tried to pry the door open, but it’s no use. It won’t open in the slightest bit. Not with that lock there…no…
We will never be able to get out of here.
Schmoopoo
I locked my door and began to cry. He was about to get in and once he did that would be it for me. He already got my brother and sister and I was next. “Why did this have to happen to us?” he said and suddenly the boogieman burst down the door and slaughtered the child with no remorse.
Michael
the world seems locked against me…barring my way, keeping me out all the time…where’s the key? i imagine it to be some weathered old bronze object, but it’s existence seems impossible…
Kate
Of hair, soft and beautiful.
Jamie
out of my room, god damn it. I can’t believe I forgot my key again, like a forlorn sausage with back tumors. Ew. Yeah, I don’t like my door so much. Far too much of a barrier, if you will. That is, it prevents me from finding my keys, which are still likely on the other side.
Max O'Hern
I locked my heart away in your solid hands, my fear of losing you quaking the cockles of my heart. Sometimes I wonder, you know… I wonder where you’ve successfully hidden that piece of me I gave to you. A part of me wants it back – the rest of me never wants to see that damned, bloody organ ever again. God damn you for corrupting me. God damn your beauty.
Jessica
It was locked. She couldn’t believe it. The door just wouldn’t budge, and here she was, trying to get into the house. And her boyfriend wouldn’t let her in, and her key wouldn’t work. He had changed the lock after all. She turned away, crouched on the doormat, and sobbed. It was over.
marie
The lock was broken, but there was no reason. No one had been there. There was no sign. The lock simply broke, its carefully guarded horde spilling out everywhere. The lock let everything escape, and now, now it was forever lost.
Janneke
Unlock my knuckles… they are rusty and frozen. I want to let go…
Unlock my mind… it won’t easily open anymore.
It seems age should make this easier, but instead the hinges eek louder.
Jennifer
I turned the key.. It wasn’t the right one. She told me over and over again, “the gold one, shaped like a triangle”. Why wasn’t it working? I only had so much time until he would figure out what I was doing. Did she lie to me?
Nicola
lock. key. at the pier.
the vessel, when is it? when will I traverse.
I must generate the frame and unlock the ship.
we are shipmates. and this suburb of orange county must be mutinied.
im becoming guarded by the minute.
eta
dark hallway. its cold and cerulean gray. I shiver, shiver, shiver. Something’s gnawing on my stomach and its just behind the door. The key is in the lock, but my hand is made of porcelain-lead, too fragile and heavy to face the dark.
owl child abbey
Once again it’s the word lock. We need a new word, I’ve already written about lock. If you came to my door, I wouldn’t unlock it. Therefore, you’d be locked out. You don’t have the key, so you can’t open the lock. That sucks for you. The lochness monster killed my dad!
He was shit out of lock.
Sad about lock
Sometimes it’s closed. Sometimes it’s open. But it’s never nothing. It’s always something. You need to look beyond “open” and “closed”. In the existence of the lock is the existence of possibility. Give it a jostle. Probe its inner workings. Check your pocket for the key.
TT
People use locks all the time. Locks are usually found on doors, house doors, car doors etc. Sometimes locks are used on other things. This really sucks because I can’t think of too much to write about locks. LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK. LOCK IT UP.
mr derp
everyone is locked into something these days. whether it’s a contract at work, or a rotten relationship, or a gym membership you never use, we are all locked into something we hate. i think we should find ways to get out of these situations. it’s not fair and we shouldn’t have to deal with it.
Lanie
you locked me out. that shiny gold filigree lock, the one with the elaborate key you wore around your neck. i sat outside the door, eye level with the doorknob as that little black hole mocked me. i could hear you inside with her, fucking her brains out. she screamed and gasped, you growled in triumph. i sat outside.
megg
doors lock. players are locks in pro sports. Basically a lock is another word for security.
Security to prevent a disaster from occuring. Why didnt someone put a lock around the World Trades Centre? or around Bali?
Policemen and security forcers are not locks. But do we want them to be.
Murray G
your not getting in here now after you;ve drunk so much your bleeding locked, top security in a dangerous world
i’d lock you in the closet and then wait an hour before i let you out.
then i would console you.
i would stroke your hair, and let you cry it all out.
“there there,” i would say.
“everything is just fine,” i would whisper.
heatbreak lock. shudders stop. please shiver out the strands of my hair, your fingertips on my skin. wait till the neverwhen, and the never begining, holding onto an eternity of all that could have been. love you.
im about to lock myself in my room and go to sleep im so tired
Her hair hung in golden strands, and I reached to twine a lock around my finger amazed at the play upon it from the lights of the night. I was immediately in love.
dismissed — ;;
from your life with four simple words,
but i’m still locked in time,
thinking of you.
frozen.
like a winter’s night.
icicles hanging low.
beautiful but transparent
in everything that it is-
just like you, baby.
just like you.
but make no mistake,
darling,
this time,
you will be dismissed
from my heart.
a lock of hair, snipped from my daughters’ hair still remains in an envelope in the memory box which resides under my bed. how the colour of their hair has changed over the years, from dark blonde, to white and back again.
I lock my door when I sleep. I’m scared of someone coming in and hurting me somehow, raping or torturing me. I’m not really scared of death, just pain. If it were quick I wouldn’t mind, but people on the news always seem to get stabbed, and that looks like it hurts.
Also I’m scared of zombies.
So I turned around, closed the door softly behind me, and locked it. So that he couldn’t get in, and I couldn’t get out. So that I’d be safe from my thoughts and my hopes and my wishes and my dreams. So he’d be out of my mind.
i try to come it. it’s locked like always. you keep yourself in there. i can’t get to you. i wish you would tell me what you feel. i try so hard to push and break your barrier down, but you keep it up. i can’t reach. please unlock it. i miss you
I am locked.
My mind is locked.
My heart is locked
In this ongoing beating
pitter patter
that just gets faster
every time I think of you.
I wish your mind was locked
on me
and your heart was locked
in that pitter patter
for me.
I wish I could be unlocked
and forget you.
i’m glad i have a lock on my laptop. the lock helps from people seeing my things. the lock is a very useful invention. imagine being us and not having locks. without locks we wouldn’t have anything.
there’s a lock on the door
no way out
it’s there to stay
can’t see the light
No one will come for you
here forever
Scream all you please
No key.
You’re stuck.
the lock was adavancing but the time has stopped between me and you, there
i lost the keys to my house. sometimes, i have to climb in the window over the kitchen sink. i think of things that people hide, and that other people try to get to but never can. secrets, and lies, and things of the sort.
there’s a door and i wan to get inside but i can’t because someone is in side and locked the door. and it’s really frustrating me because i know there’s eomething good behind it but i can’t get there and it’s extrememly frustrated. and i’m tired and i don’t really care anymore but i want to look through the lock to see if i can see anything. hopefully it won’t be goo cause i dn’t want to miss anything.
What do you lock away,
Hidden from the world?
Is it something pretty,
Or close to your heart?
Will you let me see it?
Or do you keep it for yourself?
I never have a key when I need it. Figuratively that is… I can never get into the places I’d really like to get into, like other people’s minds, or their houses. It’s really unfortunate because sometimes you can find the most interesting things in those places. Someone find me an open all key!
help me lock away every fucking doubt that i’ve ever had about myself. and you? you just don’t understand that you’ve got the key to everything i have ever been afraid of. you have the power to destroy with one blink of your eyes.
as in to lock something up, or keep it safe? maybe even to keep it from itself? to hide it away and never let it see the light of day. you say its for its own good but can you know? really? its not always best.
my heart is on lock. i want to open to you. i feel my chest open i want it open i want you to open yours i want to love i want to know i want to the key to this lock i want it so badly love me touch me feel me open this lock now now now please i need it i love it give it to me please i love you soon enough
Lock.
A piece of metal fashioned so that only one key can fit into it.
I’ve locked away my heart and given the key to only one.
There is only one key.
So, what would happen to my heart if the only key was lost?
Would it remain locked in its state forever?
Locks and keys are dangerous things in the world of love.
The lock hung on the doorknob from a chain that wrapped around it several times. Believe me, I’ve tried to pry the door open, but it’s no use. It won’t open in the slightest bit. Not with that lock there…no…
We will never be able to get out of here.
I locked my door and began to cry. He was about to get in and once he did that would be it for me. He already got my brother and sister and I was next. “Why did this have to happen to us?” he said and suddenly the boogieman burst down the door and slaughtered the child with no remorse.
the world seems locked against me…barring my way, keeping me out all the time…where’s the key? i imagine it to be some weathered old bronze object, but it’s existence seems impossible…
Of hair, soft and beautiful.
out of my room, god damn it. I can’t believe I forgot my key again, like a forlorn sausage with back tumors. Ew. Yeah, I don’t like my door so much. Far too much of a barrier, if you will. That is, it prevents me from finding my keys, which are still likely on the other side.
I locked my heart away in your solid hands, my fear of losing you quaking the cockles of my heart. Sometimes I wonder, you know… I wonder where you’ve successfully hidden that piece of me I gave to you. A part of me wants it back – the rest of me never wants to see that damned, bloody organ ever again. God damn you for corrupting me. God damn your beauty.
It was locked. She couldn’t believe it. The door just wouldn’t budge, and here she was, trying to get into the house. And her boyfriend wouldn’t let her in, and her key wouldn’t work. He had changed the lock after all. She turned away, crouched on the doormat, and sobbed. It was over.
The lock was broken, but there was no reason. No one had been there. There was no sign. The lock simply broke, its carefully guarded horde spilling out everywhere. The lock let everything escape, and now, now it was forever lost.
Unlock my knuckles… they are rusty and frozen. I want to let go…
Unlock my mind… it won’t easily open anymore.
It seems age should make this easier, but instead the hinges eek louder.
I turned the key.. It wasn’t the right one. She told me over and over again, “the gold one, shaped like a triangle”. Why wasn’t it working? I only had so much time until he would figure out what I was doing. Did she lie to me?
lock. key. at the pier.
the vessel, when is it? when will I traverse.
I must generate the frame and unlock the ship.
we are shipmates. and this suburb of orange county must be mutinied.
im becoming guarded by the minute.
dark hallway. its cold and cerulean gray. I shiver, shiver, shiver. Something’s gnawing on my stomach and its just behind the door. The key is in the lock, but my hand is made of porcelain-lead, too fragile and heavy to face the dark.
Once again it’s the word lock. We need a new word, I’ve already written about lock. If you came to my door, I wouldn’t unlock it. Therefore, you’d be locked out. You don’t have the key, so you can’t open the lock. That sucks for you. The lochness monster killed my dad!
He was shit out of lock.
Sometimes it’s closed. Sometimes it’s open. But it’s never nothing. It’s always something. You need to look beyond “open” and “closed”. In the existence of the lock is the existence of possibility. Give it a jostle. Probe its inner workings. Check your pocket for the key.
People use locks all the time. Locks are usually found on doors, house doors, car doors etc. Sometimes locks are used on other things. This really sucks because I can’t think of too much to write about locks. LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK LOCK. LOCK IT UP.
everyone is locked into something these days. whether it’s a contract at work, or a rotten relationship, or a gym membership you never use, we are all locked into something we hate. i think we should find ways to get out of these situations. it’s not fair and we shouldn’t have to deal with it.
you locked me out. that shiny gold filigree lock, the one with the elaborate key you wore around your neck. i sat outside the door, eye level with the doorknob as that little black hole mocked me. i could hear you inside with her, fucking her brains out. she screamed and gasped, you growled in triumph. i sat outside.
doors lock. players are locks in pro sports. Basically a lock is another word for security.
Security to prevent a disaster from occuring. Why didnt someone put a lock around the World Trades Centre? or around Bali?
Policemen and security forcers are not locks. But do we want them to be.
your not getting in here now after you;ve drunk so much your bleeding locked, top security in a dangerous world