that dang lock – always getting stuck. it put her in mind of the fictional setting of the house being on fire and everyone depending on her to get them the hell out of there, but the lock was stuck – always stuck. Finally she gave it a good hard yank and it released its secure grip –
jennifer
keys, and locks, who holds to key to my heart? and when will it be turned? oh God I am forever waiting for that magnificent someone to come and take one look at me and know that she wants to spend the rest of her life with me; like a flower waiting to bloom among the already risen redwoods, i shall wait, patiently, as much as time can allow
Ben
lock stock and barrel I am done with this marriage.
mscheeks
“LOCK”
I’m locked in
trapped
wishing that I could go back
to a time when all doors where open
and my focus
wasn’t on what lied on the other side
or who lied right by my side
I’ve twisted the tie and I
don’t know if I will ever open it again
don’t know if I’ll ever let you in again
maybe I’ll just sit here,
door closed,
light on,
resting on this pillow,
alone,
at peace
heartbeat and pulse decrease
I am safe
I am safe at last
I am not locked in
you,
my friend
are locked out
go away…
Ccep J. Dew
no comment
why should i comment on something that i despise, there is nothing worse than a locked door, its frustrating, oh crap, i did comment
jami
Locks keep people honest. I mean, really. Most people don’t walk around with any intention of stealing anything. But, when presented with an opportunity of taking something that is not theirs that they really want and no one would ever know……..What would you do?
pam
this is something that keeps people out or can keep people in. it makes me think about safety and sanity. if i choose to let someone in, i unlock and if choose to keep people out i lock. if there is something i want, i find a way to unlock the door. lock for me is obstacle and/or opportunity. i don’t use many locks i don’t think.
Octavia
i think of doors. i think of the lock on my heart. the lock on my thoughts. why do I lock people out? why don’t I share more? is it fear? is it that I am afraid I am locked out of people’s “acceptance”? hm. that’s sad. i don’t feel trapped, or locked in, in any other part of my life.
l
She slammed the door behing her, locking it quickly and slumping to the ground. Her legs crumpled like those of a fawn failing to master their first steps, and her face was streaky with tears. She couldn’t handle it anymore, but what was she expected to do?
Kim
prison
world
place
court
judge
lawyer
district atterny
probation officer
tyree
lock rhymes with sock, hock, dock and rock. but lock seems to be to be the most violent of all of these words. it excludes. it prevents. it limits. it evokes fear. it represents the opposite of openness, trust, peace…I think I don’t like lock.
kb
she opened the door and stood staring into the room. it hadn’t been difficult to open the door. what was difficult was not breaking the lock, not turning the doorknob, not trying to breathe as her heart pumped suspense as the door creaked worried noises, no. the difficult part was staring into this room and finding it absolutely empty, after all of her trials and all of her longing, empty.
Lock the heart, the interest rates, the key. Lock the keys inside the car and walk away. Be glad you can walk. Don’t tell me to be glad, don’t tell me how to feel. Too many voices in my head, too many hairs on my head, too many eyebrows. Lock and snap, Lock & Lock. Lunch. Red.
grrlpup
what we do to our minds and heart most of the time. unlock and open out to the world….
zarine
Keys have locks. I think that locks are very symbolic of older times and secrets kept. When I hear the word lock I almost immediately think of a big brass pad lock hanging off of a heavy wooden door. I don’t think that this lock has a key because if it did I would have thought of a key along with it. Locks to me are a very handsome object that is full of hidden meaning. In art a lock can represent anything to anyone. Secrets, mischief, faith, fear, loathing, older times, wise words, mystery and gold.
Abbey S.
ME IN my room thats where you keep me theats where i keep my thoughts in my room in my head. lock me in keep me there dont bother to wonder if im still there. lock me in. i sit there lockedup pondering myself and whats around me. nothing is around me. im locked in.
alice
Lock away secrets…lock away precious things…lock away anything of value. Locks keep people OUT….until they figure out how to unlock it.
Jen
i locked the door, locks everyhwere vaults, banks, everything was locked. love lockdown, highway patrol, locking doors on cars and on houeses stopping robberies and many such. lock jawed as his wife slapped him across the face, stiff upper lip.
Kyle
the door was locked. fucking idiot i forgot my key on his pants.
maybe i’ll take them back
maybe not
Cat
Lock me in a room with you please. Take me hostage. make me scream. Take me away. Locked can be a wonderful, permitting you are in the right place.
Edurne
under my hands
i hold the key
to mysteries unknown.
inside of myself,
the lock held firmly,
not wishing to budge,
and yet, there had
to be a change.
with will, the key
found its target.
with time, the lock
found its way
onto the ground
of my heart
and here i stand
exposed for one and all.
take me as i am.
peter dawes
hold stifle stop shut down, hold tight, keep, embrace, stay with me, just as it is right now, imprison
Lisa
being loced up is the places to be cause it stress you out being away from your family
edwin
Oh I forgot to lock the door. Could you please check if i’m right or wrong? Ok, don’t forget to call me back. I wouldn’t want anyone get in the house. Thanks for checking. Bye..
gizem
It was like a lock on her mind, this insane talking. Anti-logic computer jargon was enough to make her head feel like it would explode. There is no arguing with the misguided manager. No matter who it ended up screwed.
gp
undo, undress, unequivocal – straitjacket and tie – bored and home alone – forced into a marriage – forgetting keys – live on the last page – locked down and hanging around
sarah
“I can’t pick a lock!” I complained.
“Oh, come on, it’s not that hard,” my brother told me. “It’s easy. Just stick that little bit in there, and the pokey thing goes over it, jiggle a little, and click goes the lock.”
“It can’t possibly be that easy,” I told him.
“Just try it. You may be surprised.”
ethyachk
Why do we need to put locks on things. Openness is much preferable. An open door lets people in. Open windows for fresh air. An open heart that welcomes all inside for connection and love.
Ev
There it was, on the door, a lock the size of a baseball. It gleamed in the moonlight. I tried to open it but I didn’t have the key. I tried to pick it with my knife but that wouldn’t disengage it. Finally, I turned to leave. The faint sound that came from the shed startled me and i turned back. A finger poked from a hole…
AJ Brown
Lock. Well, I’m locked. Atleast I think so. It’s really hard to truly get to know me. It always has, but now more than ever. As a kid I was shy. When I grew up a bit I wasn’t. I was loud and talkative. Now I’m shy again.
-
i lock my keys in my car i get loche up you can put ed on lock and make it locked i hate the word lock lock is spelled lock lock is a 4 letter word
wilson
is it better to lock in or lock out? to lock up or to remain open? locking has a connotation of fear…fear of losing, of having something stolen, of giving up unwillingly. yet if we keep it all unlocked, open, free, accessible, then perhaps we can avoid the feelings of fear that go with the act of locking.
kb
Look at me. I’m the one you’ll never see.
I stand behind a wall of glass.
I stand behind a shiver of light.
Yet, you shall never see me. For I blend into the wall. I blend into the light.
You will never know me, nor think that I exist.
yet I can see your every move.
Look at me. I am your judgement.
Samie
Standing in a tank of water on stage, the crowd waiting for the grand finale. But the pick was missing, he had no other option. It was time for the great showman in the sky.
Ed
She locks me out of her hurted heart because love hurts the most.
ab
but they actually aren’t necessary, because all the valuable things are not locked up. They just are awaiting our notice. Wake up and see them.
nancy
she locked me in her arms and made me feel that i’m the only think that mattered. i was a prisoner. her prisoner. she never intended to let me go. not yet. not ever. and i was happy that way. vulnerable. dominated. manipulated.
Angelique
The lock enscripted words I never knew,
Never saw before, and never wanted to know
And in the end the key was right in front of me
Just to know. Just to believe.
Angelica Romans
spelt tip her stands to put my fingers deep in the thin black recesses and otherwise to shake incessantly and attempt to pry open for the fornication of an otherwise empty concealment brought to a sullen edge a fine tipped point a magic marker with double blue.
that dang lock – always getting stuck. it put her in mind of the fictional setting of the house being on fire and everyone depending on her to get them the hell out of there, but the lock was stuck – always stuck. Finally she gave it a good hard yank and it released its secure grip –
keys, and locks, who holds to key to my heart? and when will it be turned? oh God I am forever waiting for that magnificent someone to come and take one look at me and know that she wants to spend the rest of her life with me; like a flower waiting to bloom among the already risen redwoods, i shall wait, patiently, as much as time can allow
lock stock and barrel I am done with this marriage.
“LOCK”
I’m locked in
trapped
wishing that I could go back
to a time when all doors where open
and my focus
wasn’t on what lied on the other side
or who lied right by my side
I’ve twisted the tie and I
don’t know if I will ever open it again
don’t know if I’ll ever let you in again
maybe I’ll just sit here,
door closed,
light on,
resting on this pillow,
alone,
at peace
heartbeat and pulse decrease
I am safe
I am safe at last
I am not locked in
you,
my friend
are locked out
go away…
no comment
why should i comment on something that i despise, there is nothing worse than a locked door, its frustrating, oh crap, i did comment
Locks keep people honest. I mean, really. Most people don’t walk around with any intention of stealing anything. But, when presented with an opportunity of taking something that is not theirs that they really want and no one would ever know……..What would you do?
this is something that keeps people out or can keep people in. it makes me think about safety and sanity. if i choose to let someone in, i unlock and if choose to keep people out i lock. if there is something i want, i find a way to unlock the door. lock for me is obstacle and/or opportunity. i don’t use many locks i don’t think.
i think of doors. i think of the lock on my heart. the lock on my thoughts. why do I lock people out? why don’t I share more? is it fear? is it that I am afraid I am locked out of people’s “acceptance”? hm. that’s sad. i don’t feel trapped, or locked in, in any other part of my life.
She slammed the door behing her, locking it quickly and slumping to the ground. Her legs crumpled like those of a fawn failing to master their first steps, and her face was streaky with tears. She couldn’t handle it anymore, but what was she expected to do?
prison
world
place
court
judge
lawyer
district atterny
probation officer
lock rhymes with sock, hock, dock and rock. but lock seems to be to be the most violent of all of these words. it excludes. it prevents. it limits. it evokes fear. it represents the opposite of openness, trust, peace…I think I don’t like lock.
she opened the door and stood staring into the room. it hadn’t been difficult to open the door. what was difficult was not breaking the lock, not turning the doorknob, not trying to breathe as her heart pumped suspense as the door creaked worried noises, no. the difficult part was staring into this room and finding it absolutely empty, after all of her trials and all of her longing, empty.
door, key, people, room, love, traped, powerful, rape, feelings, youth, teens, drinks, cigs, control
Lock the heart, the interest rates, the key. Lock the keys inside the car and walk away. Be glad you can walk. Don’t tell me to be glad, don’t tell me how to feel. Too many voices in my head, too many hairs on my head, too many eyebrows. Lock and snap, Lock & Lock. Lunch. Red.
what we do to our minds and heart most of the time. unlock and open out to the world….
Keys have locks. I think that locks are very symbolic of older times and secrets kept. When I hear the word lock I almost immediately think of a big brass pad lock hanging off of a heavy wooden door. I don’t think that this lock has a key because if it did I would have thought of a key along with it. Locks to me are a very handsome object that is full of hidden meaning. In art a lock can represent anything to anyone. Secrets, mischief, faith, fear, loathing, older times, wise words, mystery and gold.
ME IN my room thats where you keep me theats where i keep my thoughts in my room in my head. lock me in keep me there dont bother to wonder if im still there. lock me in. i sit there lockedup pondering myself and whats around me. nothing is around me. im locked in.
Lock away secrets…lock away precious things…lock away anything of value. Locks keep people OUT….until they figure out how to unlock it.
i locked the door, locks everyhwere vaults, banks, everything was locked. love lockdown, highway patrol, locking doors on cars and on houeses stopping robberies and many such. lock jawed as his wife slapped him across the face, stiff upper lip.
the door was locked. fucking idiot i forgot my key on his pants.
maybe i’ll take them back
maybe not
Lock me in a room with you please. Take me hostage. make me scream. Take me away. Locked can be a wonderful, permitting you are in the right place.
under my hands
i hold the key
to mysteries unknown.
inside of myself,
the lock held firmly,
not wishing to budge,
and yet, there had
to be a change.
with will, the key
found its target.
with time, the lock
found its way
onto the ground
of my heart
and here i stand
exposed for one and all.
take me as i am.
hold stifle stop shut down, hold tight, keep, embrace, stay with me, just as it is right now, imprison
being loced up is the places to be cause it stress you out being away from your family
Oh I forgot to lock the door. Could you please check if i’m right or wrong? Ok, don’t forget to call me back. I wouldn’t want anyone get in the house. Thanks for checking. Bye..
It was like a lock on her mind, this insane talking. Anti-logic computer jargon was enough to make her head feel like it would explode. There is no arguing with the misguided manager. No matter who it ended up screwed.
undo, undress, unequivocal – straitjacket and tie – bored and home alone – forced into a marriage – forgetting keys – live on the last page – locked down and hanging around
“I can’t pick a lock!” I complained.
“Oh, come on, it’s not that hard,” my brother told me. “It’s easy. Just stick that little bit in there, and the pokey thing goes over it, jiggle a little, and click goes the lock.”
“It can’t possibly be that easy,” I told him.
“Just try it. You may be surprised.”
Why do we need to put locks on things. Openness is much preferable. An open door lets people in. Open windows for fresh air. An open heart that welcomes all inside for connection and love.
There it was, on the door, a lock the size of a baseball. It gleamed in the moonlight. I tried to open it but I didn’t have the key. I tried to pick it with my knife but that wouldn’t disengage it. Finally, I turned to leave. The faint sound that came from the shed startled me and i turned back. A finger poked from a hole…
Lock. Well, I’m locked. Atleast I think so. It’s really hard to truly get to know me. It always has, but now more than ever. As a kid I was shy. When I grew up a bit I wasn’t. I was loud and talkative. Now I’m shy again.
i lock my keys in my car i get loche up you can put ed on lock and make it locked i hate the word lock lock is spelled lock lock is a 4 letter word
is it better to lock in or lock out? to lock up or to remain open? locking has a connotation of fear…fear of losing, of having something stolen, of giving up unwillingly. yet if we keep it all unlocked, open, free, accessible, then perhaps we can avoid the feelings of fear that go with the act of locking.
Look at me. I’m the one you’ll never see.
I stand behind a wall of glass.
I stand behind a shiver of light.
Yet, you shall never see me. For I blend into the wall. I blend into the light.
You will never know me, nor think that I exist.
yet I can see your every move.
Look at me. I am your judgement.
Standing in a tank of water on stage, the crowd waiting for the grand finale. But the pick was missing, he had no other option. It was time for the great showman in the sky.
She locks me out of her hurted heart because love hurts the most.
but they actually aren’t necessary, because all the valuable things are not locked up. They just are awaiting our notice. Wake up and see them.
she locked me in her arms and made me feel that i’m the only think that mattered. i was a prisoner. her prisoner. she never intended to let me go. not yet. not ever. and i was happy that way. vulnerable. dominated. manipulated.
The lock enscripted words I never knew,
Never saw before, and never wanted to know
And in the end the key was right in front of me
Just to know. Just to believe.
spelt tip her stands to put my fingers deep in the thin black recesses and otherwise to shake incessantly and attempt to pry open for the fornication of an otherwise empty concealment brought to a sullen edge a fine tipped point a magic marker with double blue.