broken easily sometiems things just do break, sometimes they are fastened so tight that all that can be done is break them. Opening just doesn’t work. In cases such as these, brokenness is not necessarily bad, depending on what lies on the otherside. Say, for example, yourself. Imagine if you were ot break the lock and find nothing but the fragments
Jenny
is not a possitive word. implies shut, closed, immoveable, immobile. Brings implications of prison or jail, which in turn makes me think of Guantanamo Bay. In relationships, any form of lock is bad.
annie
ME OUT, KEEP ME OUT, OPEN THE LOCK AND FIND OUT. MAYBE WERE ALL LOCKED OUT BUT IN REALITY WE ALL HAVE THE KEY.
STEVE
lock and key, the key to my heart, lock down, lock out. can mean freedom and inprisionment all at the same time.
Adrienne
Lock and key. Safe. Safe inside this box I am. Safe and sound. I clap my hands together in satisfaction. Deep breath… So, I think glancing around my empty, secure box, what now?
Mark Clarke
lock and key.
let me tell you a story, the lock on my roommates door can easily be jimmy’ed by a credit card. mine aswell, but he got robbed for 280. which ishow much rent costs. he went to great measures to prevent this from happening again. it had sicne made me paranoid cause i keep my computer and whatnot in my room.
doug
i’m locked in the middle of a crowded room. it’s chaotic. i’m claustrophobic. i wanna get out of here. where’s the key?!! i scream! nobody hears. i’m locked. i am.
man
I opened the door – it wasn’t locked, and the key hung by its teeth from the edge of the plate. You know, I think they wanted me to come in. The clock on the wall? they wanted me to have it. It’s a nice clock, and the cuckoo didn’t try to bite me. It’s mine, now, hangs on the wall and chirrups whenever the hour goes.
andrew
but when he arrived at her door, she already knew.
Mayla
The lock was broken. After traveling for so long the lock would not open. They looked at each other, sheer despair all around them. In one tiny moment their dreams f seeing home ever again faded.
Simon Hunter
My life is no longer being held back. I have broken the lock on my soul and the freedom I have gained is far more important than the petty fears which would have me skulk in shadows.
aaron p.
silver and square
with the ability to close me out forever
maybe they knew your body type
or rather the size of your heart
because i feel like you’ve sentenced me to exile
on the opposite side of your walls
locked out rather than into you
what else can i do
luminoUS
She coulnd’t leave him even if she tried.
His eyes stared empty out at the failing light.
What would people think. Evil. She dabbed his mouth.
Brian
I grabbed the handle of the door, but found that it would only turn halfway, quickly looking behind me, I rattle the handle some more. Hoping and praying the door will come open before the men come for me.
Before I know it, there’s something stabbing into my back, and I’m on the floor, looking up as they put a key in and unlock the door.
WORD : LOCK.
Jamila
lock the door and go down stairs. there has to be another way out of here. we can’t be stuck like this in our own home. leave me to deal with them you run as soon as i cause a disturbance. don’t look back and don’t listen. find help.
desperation
The key to writing is to unlock the reader. Once open, often in the first few words if you’re lucky, they become receptive to even the most outlandish of ideas.
Ed
There’s a lock on the door. What to do now? How can we ever get to the other side? We’re locked in. Wondering what we can do with al this time on our hands… just you and me.
An
A lock, o my god a lock, why is there a lock, I don’t know. I just can’t figure it out. What the hell a lock. I’m just writing you know, I don’t have time to think about locks and everything. Why do you bother me, come on. I mean seriously. If only I had a knife I would stab you. I Really Would.
Ray Hunter
the door is locked. i can’t get out. i’m trapped.
i feel like i’m trapped. always trapped. trapped in terror, fear. there’s only one way out. one door. and that door is locked.
there’s nothing i can do. nowhere to go. i can just stay here, in pain, terror. trapped. locked away.
Sarah
One word, I saw it. It’s has an interesting text, color, and simplicity.
I have no idea why I am writing about one word.
I am not thinking.
Grammar is automatic.
This is a guest book, correct? =]
iivalley
How was the door locked, and who had done it? She knew she had left it unlocked as she was out for 5 mins, was it some sort intruder, now locked the door from the inside
kirstybooth
My bathroom doesn’t have a lock. Nor does my bedroom, or any other bedroom that I’ve resided in my entire life. Having a lock is completely foreign to me. When people ask me why I don’t have a lock on my bathroom, I don’t know how to respond to them. Its just how it is.
jessica
He locked the door and walked out of the house, knowing what he was leaving behind him, but the decession had been made and he had to do this even if it changed his life forevever.
kirstybooth
you lock the door from inside!
hasmiza
I remember closing the door. Why don’t I remember locking it? Trapped, in here with myself, I can’t find the key. How do I get out?
Nero
i put it down in front of me. a lock. what could be surmised by this object? I didn’t know what to say. I looked around. People passed by, doing their own thing. No one looked in my direction. I looked back at the lock. Just a lock. It glimmered in the light.
I reached down and put it in my hand. Hold. Hard. Fast. Here. Still here. Thats all I had.
Neal
Locks protect individuals, but they can also alienate and detain them. Such a duality is true of many things, but the lock is very representative of protection and punishment.
Ryan
My heart is a lock; safe, sound, sealed up tight.
Only you have the key to unlock it.
To open it, and set the love free.
Until then, I remain closes, unmoved.
Dead.
Unlock my heart and bring me to life.
Missy Arbour
She was locked inside the chamber with no way out. How could she have been so stupid as to believe that the old man’s promises of protection and love were of genuine feeling. With new found vengeance she began her attempt to pick the lock.
a
The lock is far from the key, the key is far from the lock. Never to be opened again, and portal lost in time.
mary
everything is gone. stuck behind that lock. stuck like ice. nothing can get out, nothing can get in, all because of that lock. it’s grey, more of a silverish, and shaped like the olden times. famaliar, but not. there, but not. it’s just the lock.
kylie
The lock was hidden beneath the floorboard, behind the oriental rug that I had carefully pulled to cover it’s existence.
I wondered if anyone would find the lock after I was gone.
But mostly, I hoped they did.
April
locks keep people in, they keep people out too. there are people who lock you out and people who lock you in. which is worse, i don’t know but both are equally terrifying. some people never learn how to open the locks, some people only ever learn how to put the key in.
Catherine
i locked the door to my room and sat quietly on my bed contemplating my days ahead. little did i know what this time would bring. it brought my thoughts to you to my head. never will i lock my self in my room again.
Allison Gayle
lock
trap me in a room
trap me in a box
trap me, trap me
trap me in a closet
trap me in a trunk
trap me, trap me
just don’t trap me in something small.
Mary
lock me up in a box
don’t talk
meatl
hard
you k kyle
box
me out
blow me out
tight
one by myself
alone
inside
noonne else
no you or me
wood
corner
Amerteratsu
lock up everything you own. its bound to get stolen. and on a college campus, it’s like everyone’s job is to steal everyone elses shit. lock is a lot more important than you would think, ships going through a lock. key in a lock. what’s behind that lock of destiny?
jennnifer
I locked the door as he walked away from me. I knew I’d never see him again. I had done it. It was over. Was I glad? I didn’t know. Would this solve all of my problems? Maybe, but if not, at least it was a start. Sure, it could lead to new ones, but I was willing to take that chance. At least I think I was. I hope I was. If not, biggest mistake of my life.
Anna
dont lock your minds, let it explore the world, let it think, let it go doing what it wants to because finally you’ll get a chance to decide what you are going to do and you can decide well
ali shujah
to open the door you must have a key. a key to where? i dont know. it must be to somewhere. But lets get back to the lock. why is there a lock? what is the lock, locking or hiding for that matter. does locking mean hididng? i dont know. do you know?
broken easily sometiems things just do break, sometimes they are fastened so tight that all that can be done is break them. Opening just doesn’t work. In cases such as these, brokenness is not necessarily bad, depending on what lies on the otherside. Say, for example, yourself. Imagine if you were ot break the lock and find nothing but the fragments
is not a possitive word. implies shut, closed, immoveable, immobile. Brings implications of prison or jail, which in turn makes me think of Guantanamo Bay. In relationships, any form of lock is bad.
ME OUT, KEEP ME OUT, OPEN THE LOCK AND FIND OUT. MAYBE WERE ALL LOCKED OUT BUT IN REALITY WE ALL HAVE THE KEY.
lock and key, the key to my heart, lock down, lock out. can mean freedom and inprisionment all at the same time.
Lock and key. Safe. Safe inside this box I am. Safe and sound. I clap my hands together in satisfaction. Deep breath… So, I think glancing around my empty, secure box, what now?
lock and key.
let me tell you a story, the lock on my roommates door can easily be jimmy’ed by a credit card. mine aswell, but he got robbed for 280. which ishow much rent costs. he went to great measures to prevent this from happening again. it had sicne made me paranoid cause i keep my computer and whatnot in my room.
i’m locked in the middle of a crowded room. it’s chaotic. i’m claustrophobic. i wanna get out of here. where’s the key?!! i scream! nobody hears. i’m locked. i am.
I opened the door – it wasn’t locked, and the key hung by its teeth from the edge of the plate. You know, I think they wanted me to come in. The clock on the wall? they wanted me to have it. It’s a nice clock, and the cuckoo didn’t try to bite me. It’s mine, now, hangs on the wall and chirrups whenever the hour goes.
but when he arrived at her door, she already knew.
The lock was broken. After traveling for so long the lock would not open. They looked at each other, sheer despair all around them. In one tiny moment their dreams f seeing home ever again faded.
My life is no longer being held back. I have broken the lock on my soul and the freedom I have gained is far more important than the petty fears which would have me skulk in shadows.
silver and square
with the ability to close me out forever
maybe they knew your body type
or rather the size of your heart
because i feel like you’ve sentenced me to exile
on the opposite side of your walls
locked out rather than into you
what else can i do
She coulnd’t leave him even if she tried.
His eyes stared empty out at the failing light.
What would people think. Evil. She dabbed his mouth.
I grabbed the handle of the door, but found that it would only turn halfway, quickly looking behind me, I rattle the handle some more. Hoping and praying the door will come open before the men come for me.
Before I know it, there’s something stabbing into my back, and I’m on the floor, looking up as they put a key in and unlock the door.
WORD : LOCK.
lock the door and go down stairs. there has to be another way out of here. we can’t be stuck like this in our own home. leave me to deal with them you run as soon as i cause a disturbance. don’t look back and don’t listen. find help.
The key to writing is to unlock the reader. Once open, often in the first few words if you’re lucky, they become receptive to even the most outlandish of ideas.
There’s a lock on the door. What to do now? How can we ever get to the other side? We’re locked in. Wondering what we can do with al this time on our hands… just you and me.
A lock, o my god a lock, why is there a lock, I don’t know. I just can’t figure it out. What the hell a lock. I’m just writing you know, I don’t have time to think about locks and everything. Why do you bother me, come on. I mean seriously. If only I had a knife I would stab you. I Really Would.
the door is locked. i can’t get out. i’m trapped.
i feel like i’m trapped. always trapped. trapped in terror, fear. there’s only one way out. one door. and that door is locked.
there’s nothing i can do. nowhere to go. i can just stay here, in pain, terror. trapped. locked away.
One word, I saw it. It’s has an interesting text, color, and simplicity.
I have no idea why I am writing about one word.
I am not thinking.
Grammar is automatic.
This is a guest book, correct? =]
How was the door locked, and who had done it? She knew she had left it unlocked as she was out for 5 mins, was it some sort intruder, now locked the door from the inside
My bathroom doesn’t have a lock. Nor does my bedroom, or any other bedroom that I’ve resided in my entire life. Having a lock is completely foreign to me. When people ask me why I don’t have a lock on my bathroom, I don’t know how to respond to them. Its just how it is.
He locked the door and walked out of the house, knowing what he was leaving behind him, but the decession had been made and he had to do this even if it changed his life forevever.
you lock the door from inside!
I remember closing the door. Why don’t I remember locking it? Trapped, in here with myself, I can’t find the key. How do I get out?
i put it down in front of me. a lock. what could be surmised by this object? I didn’t know what to say. I looked around. People passed by, doing their own thing. No one looked in my direction. I looked back at the lock. Just a lock. It glimmered in the light.
I reached down and put it in my hand. Hold. Hard. Fast. Here. Still here. Thats all I had.
Locks protect individuals, but they can also alienate and detain them. Such a duality is true of many things, but the lock is very representative of protection and punishment.
My heart is a lock; safe, sound, sealed up tight.
Only you have the key to unlock it.
To open it, and set the love free.
Until then, I remain closes, unmoved.
Dead.
Unlock my heart and bring me to life.
She was locked inside the chamber with no way out. How could she have been so stupid as to believe that the old man’s promises of protection and love were of genuine feeling. With new found vengeance she began her attempt to pick the lock.
The lock is far from the key, the key is far from the lock. Never to be opened again, and portal lost in time.
everything is gone. stuck behind that lock. stuck like ice. nothing can get out, nothing can get in, all because of that lock. it’s grey, more of a silverish, and shaped like the olden times. famaliar, but not. there, but not. it’s just the lock.
The lock was hidden beneath the floorboard, behind the oriental rug that I had carefully pulled to cover it’s existence.
I wondered if anyone would find the lock after I was gone.
But mostly, I hoped they did.
locks keep people in, they keep people out too. there are people who lock you out and people who lock you in. which is worse, i don’t know but both are equally terrifying. some people never learn how to open the locks, some people only ever learn how to put the key in.
i locked the door to my room and sat quietly on my bed contemplating my days ahead. little did i know what this time would bring. it brought my thoughts to you to my head. never will i lock my self in my room again.
lock
trap me in a room
trap me in a box
trap me, trap me
trap me in a closet
trap me in a trunk
trap me, trap me
just don’t trap me in something small.
lock me up in a box
don’t talk
meatl
hard
you k kyle
box
me out
blow me out
tight
one by myself
alone
inside
noonne else
no you or me
wood
corner
lock up everything you own. its bound to get stolen. and on a college campus, it’s like everyone’s job is to steal everyone elses shit. lock is a lot more important than you would think, ships going through a lock. key in a lock. what’s behind that lock of destiny?
I locked the door as he walked away from me. I knew I’d never see him again. I had done it. It was over. Was I glad? I didn’t know. Would this solve all of my problems? Maybe, but if not, at least it was a start. Sure, it could lead to new ones, but I was willing to take that chance. At least I think I was. I hope I was. If not, biggest mistake of my life.
dont lock your minds, let it explore the world, let it think, let it go doing what it wants to because finally you’ll get a chance to decide what you are going to do and you can decide well
to open the door you must have a key. a key to where? i dont know. it must be to somewhere. But lets get back to the lock. why is there a lock? what is the lock, locking or hiding for that matter. does locking mean hididng? i dont know. do you know?