Sometimes I feel locked into my own life and mind. I feel a little trapped in the mess of it all. i dont think I make a lot of sense and that Im difficult and irrational. I’m at an impasse in my life and so am not the easiest person to be with. Or perhaps I am just resistant to the faults of others and expect more from myself and them.
I’ll unlock it someday
Sohinee
There is no such thing as a locked door. Only people to inept to be able to open them. He picked up a screwdriver and one of those metal crooked things with the fiddly bits, shoved it in the hole, tapped it the with the screwdriver and heard the click. He turned around, took his hundred and fifty dollars with a grin and left. Another customer satisfied.
Jenn Doody
I feel trapped.
Knock, Knock
Is anyone around, doesn’t anyone hear me.
I don’t know what is around me I feel locked up
all I hear is my breath when i breath.
knock, knock
Grace
I am locked into this place, this place where I cant seem to escape from. I am getting continuously more frustrated by the day. I ride miles and miles in hope of leaving behind everything I feel weighing me down. It is not working. At the end of the day I sit in the same place I woke up, feeling the same feelings I felt before I fleed.
ducksoup
Locked in, or out, something being locked is someone’s expression of how they don’t want you to have something whether that is ability, or power, or a bauble, or their stock portfolio. People hide things and lock them away because they lock things within themselves and believe it to be a powerful and effective method. They are wrong.
Andrew Meare
In a room I was locked in, taking everything on the outside world for granted, knowing nothing seeing nothing, hearing nothing but the silence that was inside this room. Fear and angst were all I knew. Screaming inside to be let out of it. Let the door open and let me out of my thoughts
Susan Wierzba
I was so annoyed I decided to lock myself into my room. I became bored being
sarina
Damn it! She had left her keys on the seat and now she was locked out. Now what? She was leaving for work and her boss always read her the riot act when she was late. She mildly considered breaking her own window but quickly decided against it.
Lauren
The door was locked. It wasn’t supposed to be locked. This wasn’t part of the plan. She had been to this church everyday for the past six months and not once had it been locked. Now what? Weren’t churches supposed to be open all of the time anyway
Lauren
my only avenue for expression has been completly blocked and locked forever. unless I go back in time.
mike
i hate tat word locked……. i like being free…….just like a bird…i do lock my house when i come out..
nisha
I locked my self out of my house twice in a row this week…crap…
Oliver Brookeshore
The door was locked and I wanted to get in desperately. It was a matter of life and death. I was bursting with anxiety. I really need to get in. I need to pee.
Hong Shin
The door was locked from the inside and all the widow closed. For this reason, the police thought the cause of death to be suicide. They had forgotten the mirror and the creatures that crept beyond it.
Nathalie (Spacedlaw)
locked like a casket full of hope under the sea, locked like a treasure buried inside your own flesh, waiting to bring the maggots wealth.
kuikoo
I can get by, by myself,
locked in closets to close
my thoughts around.
I can redefine every book on a shelf,
but I can’t recall the words
or the sound.
Locked from reality,
too confused to come back down.
Rick Veloz
She looked around, at this room, so barren and hard. The only door was locked tight, resisting her efforts and mighty pulls. There were no windows, no seats, no beds. The concrete formed the walls, floor, ceiling. She began to hyperventilate. How would she get out?
Colin Hannifin
He locked the door behind me and walked away.
me
First my jacket. No. Perhaps my pants. No. Did I leave them some where? Impossible. I remember, you had them. Yes. I said to I’d give them to you after I set them on the counter– oh.
gerent
The door was locked. No matter how much I struggled to open it the lock, nor the knob would budge. The shrieks coming from the room next to mine grew in in intensity, but I could do nothing but cry and slowly bang my head against the locked door.
Zane
locked in place, in space, in laced up boots from years ago. Stalled, stilled, instilled with self anhialating images.
Locked doors, windows, safety another illusion,and i want to know how I got to be like this.
locked in love, in hate, in jealousy, in sadness, in despair, in fear.
Locked is such a loaded word, your’d think my 60 sec. would be up by now.
labrat
Stuck inside a box with no windows, no doors. Feeling peace in solitude, an unintended escape; this is where she belongs.
Autumn
Locke was a crazy man. He lost all his marbles; not at once, but over a couple of months. He went and found the hatch, but it was locked, just like his name. So he blew it open and went inside. Then he got off the island, and had to convince everyone to go back. Then he died, and they all went back. His death is not in vain. The end.
Stephen
the room was slowly closing in on me, it was getting harder to breathe, more and more thoughts were buzzing around my head;
“should i? shouldn’t i? do i? don’t i? would i? won’t i?”
it didn’t make sense anymore.
nothing did.
so here i am, again, locked in my own head, trying to make sense of the senseless.
i hope you’re proud of me.
leesh.
the door was locked. or was it?
locked doors
what else can be locked
besides hearts
the old cliche
what about lives locked in locked hearts
or lives locked in open hearts
or hearts locked by another’s key
lives around them because hearts given hearts
that belong to soemone else
(opened with their key)they cna
what the hell am i saying locked
is a prompt of death. locked is what my
mind and fingers and left side of my brain is right
about
now.
green
im locked in with my heart and soul
with my feelings i dnt know what to do
i love this boy i really do, but im stuck locked im this darkeness intill he comes and sets me free
he is the only one who holds the key he is the only one that can set me free, and untill he realizes that he has the key and the ability
i will wait here for him, wai for him to se tme free
Asuzena
Locked. What are you locking? Is it your heart? Why is it locked? Who broke it? Did someone hurt you? Have you ever hurt anyone? Is someone’s heart locked because of something you did?
Did you lock the front door? I locked the back door. I didn’t always lock my car doors. I lock my bedroom door when my roommate’s son is here, cause he’s a little A.D.D. freak and is annoying and rude.
Lock.
Lock. Like from Lost.
I love Lost, it’s a great show.
Love lockdown.
Locked.
Kelli
I slowly walked over the creaky floor boards towards the small wooden door in the shadows of the attic. My trembling hand softly touched the icy handle only to realize it was locked. I then noticed a soft light shining through the keyhole. I lent down to look into the small opening. What I saw bewildered me, shocked me, changed me.
J
the door is locked forever and ever no one will ever know if you pick the lock if you do the one thing that will keep you locked down forever. or not forever but always in this life you be locked
ashley
My heart is locked.
It’s been that way for a very long time.
I am ready for it to open.
I am ready to surrender.
I am ready to be free.
Carol
I sat there in the room, the door knob wouldn’t budge. The look stood stubborn. He opened the door and smiled. I couldn’t be more relieved to see him.
Ashlee
The door wasn’t actually locked although a lot of people believed it to be so. I don’t know why they didn’t just try it. Intimidation? Apathy? So far I’m the only one who knows it’s open. I have a feeling I will never meet anyone else who is on this same page.
Anna
the door was locked, keeping the young men from capturing the girl. It was just that morning that she had been accused, of witchcraft.
michelle
Everything. Nothing. Its all created by us.. and can be destroyed. Venture.
midwest average.
my heart was locked but yours never was, or maybe it was; you said that we were two locks and we would never be good for each other because one of us needed to be a key. then you turned it into sexual innuendo and i think we both knew right then that something here wasn’t meant to work out. but damnit, even though i say i don’t and even though i say that i don’t care about you anymore, you know that i do. you know that i still love you and that i am waiting for you to sweep me off of my feet and say ‘i love you too and i accept your apology even if you’re just another stupid girl’.
you wouldn't want to know.
On your eyes while tripping on mushrooms. It was one of the most clear moments in my life, though it sounds weird, and a little impersonal. I’d never been able to see more into a person than you. For some reason I saw who you were
Katie
I was locked in this room with myself and that was the scariest day because I knew I was not alone but had the company of all the over voices in my head. This must be normal to be locked in like this and not really have my own authentic thoughts without the voices in my head talking about it.
Monty
the door is locked, and i am desparately trying to get in. i giggle the knob, not knowing why. the door is most certaintly not going to open unless i: a.) find the key. b.) break down the door. or c.) magically aparate inside. i need to get in… but how?
marina
locked! Locked out of the goddamned fucking house again! I bet it was that damn wife.
dude
The door was locked. So I decided to go around. The point of a door is to keep people out. But this door had no walls surrounding it. It stood alone in a field, but it was locked. I wished for nothing more then to find the key, to see what is on the other side.
Sometimes I feel locked into my own life and mind. I feel a little trapped in the mess of it all. i dont think I make a lot of sense and that Im difficult and irrational. I’m at an impasse in my life and so am not the easiest person to be with. Or perhaps I am just resistant to the faults of others and expect more from myself and them.
I’ll unlock it someday
There is no such thing as a locked door. Only people to inept to be able to open them. He picked up a screwdriver and one of those metal crooked things with the fiddly bits, shoved it in the hole, tapped it the with the screwdriver and heard the click. He turned around, took his hundred and fifty dollars with a grin and left. Another customer satisfied.
I feel trapped.
Knock, Knock
Is anyone around, doesn’t anyone hear me.
I don’t know what is around me I feel locked up
all I hear is my breath when i breath.
knock, knock
I am locked into this place, this place where I cant seem to escape from. I am getting continuously more frustrated by the day. I ride miles and miles in hope of leaving behind everything I feel weighing me down. It is not working. At the end of the day I sit in the same place I woke up, feeling the same feelings I felt before I fleed.
Locked in, or out, something being locked is someone’s expression of how they don’t want you to have something whether that is ability, or power, or a bauble, or their stock portfolio. People hide things and lock them away because they lock things within themselves and believe it to be a powerful and effective method. They are wrong.
In a room I was locked in, taking everything on the outside world for granted, knowing nothing seeing nothing, hearing nothing but the silence that was inside this room. Fear and angst were all I knew. Screaming inside to be let out of it. Let the door open and let me out of my thoughts
I was so annoyed I decided to lock myself into my room. I became bored being
Damn it! She had left her keys on the seat and now she was locked out. Now what? She was leaving for work and her boss always read her the riot act when she was late. She mildly considered breaking her own window but quickly decided against it.
The door was locked. It wasn’t supposed to be locked. This wasn’t part of the plan. She had been to this church everyday for the past six months and not once had it been locked. Now what? Weren’t churches supposed to be open all of the time anyway
my only avenue for expression has been completly blocked and locked forever. unless I go back in time.
i hate tat word locked……. i like being free…….just like a bird…i do lock my house when i come out..
I locked my self out of my house twice in a row this week…crap…
The door was locked and I wanted to get in desperately. It was a matter of life and death. I was bursting with anxiety. I really need to get in. I need to pee.
The door was locked from the inside and all the widow closed. For this reason, the police thought the cause of death to be suicide. They had forgotten the mirror and the creatures that crept beyond it.
locked like a casket full of hope under the sea, locked like a treasure buried inside your own flesh, waiting to bring the maggots wealth.
I can get by, by myself,
locked in closets to close
my thoughts around.
I can redefine every book on a shelf,
but I can’t recall the words
or the sound.
Locked from reality,
too confused to come back down.
She looked around, at this room, so barren and hard. The only door was locked tight, resisting her efforts and mighty pulls. There were no windows, no seats, no beds. The concrete formed the walls, floor, ceiling. She began to hyperventilate. How would she get out?
He locked the door behind me and walked away.
First my jacket. No. Perhaps my pants. No. Did I leave them some where? Impossible. I remember, you had them. Yes. I said to I’d give them to you after I set them on the counter– oh.
The door was locked. No matter how much I struggled to open it the lock, nor the knob would budge. The shrieks coming from the room next to mine grew in in intensity, but I could do nothing but cry and slowly bang my head against the locked door.
locked in place, in space, in laced up boots from years ago. Stalled, stilled, instilled with self anhialating images.
Locked doors, windows, safety another illusion,and i want to know how I got to be like this.
locked in love, in hate, in jealousy, in sadness, in despair, in fear.
Locked is such a loaded word, your’d think my 60 sec. would be up by now.
Stuck inside a box with no windows, no doors. Feeling peace in solitude, an unintended escape; this is where she belongs.
Locke was a crazy man. He lost all his marbles; not at once, but over a couple of months. He went and found the hatch, but it was locked, just like his name. So he blew it open and went inside. Then he got off the island, and had to convince everyone to go back. Then he died, and they all went back. His death is not in vain. The end.
the room was slowly closing in on me, it was getting harder to breathe, more and more thoughts were buzzing around my head;
“should i? shouldn’t i? do i? don’t i? would i? won’t i?”
it didn’t make sense anymore.
nothing did.
so here i am, again, locked in my own head, trying to make sense of the senseless.
i hope you’re proud of me.
the door was locked. or was it?
locked doors
what else can be locked
besides hearts
the old cliche
what about lives locked in locked hearts
or lives locked in open hearts
or hearts locked by another’s key
lives around them because hearts given hearts
that belong to soemone else
(opened with their key)they cna
what the hell am i saying locked
is a prompt of death. locked is what my
mind and fingers and left side of my brain is right
about
now.
im locked in with my heart and soul
with my feelings i dnt know what to do
i love this boy i really do, but im stuck locked im this darkeness intill he comes and sets me free
he is the only one who holds the key he is the only one that can set me free, and untill he realizes that he has the key and the ability
i will wait here for him, wai for him to se tme free
Locked. What are you locking? Is it your heart? Why is it locked? Who broke it? Did someone hurt you? Have you ever hurt anyone? Is someone’s heart locked because of something you did?
Did you lock the front door? I locked the back door. I didn’t always lock my car doors. I lock my bedroom door when my roommate’s son is here, cause he’s a little A.D.D. freak and is annoying and rude.
Lock.
Lock. Like from Lost.
I love Lost, it’s a great show.
Love lockdown.
Locked.
I slowly walked over the creaky floor boards towards the small wooden door in the shadows of the attic. My trembling hand softly touched the icy handle only to realize it was locked. I then noticed a soft light shining through the keyhole. I lent down to look into the small opening. What I saw bewildered me, shocked me, changed me.
the door is locked forever and ever no one will ever know if you pick the lock if you do the one thing that will keep you locked down forever. or not forever but always in this life you be locked
My heart is locked.
It’s been that way for a very long time.
I am ready for it to open.
I am ready to surrender.
I am ready to be free.
I sat there in the room, the door knob wouldn’t budge. The look stood stubborn. He opened the door and smiled. I couldn’t be more relieved to see him.
The door wasn’t actually locked although a lot of people believed it to be so. I don’t know why they didn’t just try it. Intimidation? Apathy? So far I’m the only one who knows it’s open. I have a feeling I will never meet anyone else who is on this same page.
the door was locked, keeping the young men from capturing the girl. It was just that morning that she had been accused, of witchcraft.
Everything. Nothing. Its all created by us.. and can be destroyed. Venture.
my heart was locked but yours never was, or maybe it was; you said that we were two locks and we would never be good for each other because one of us needed to be a key. then you turned it into sexual innuendo and i think we both knew right then that something here wasn’t meant to work out. but damnit, even though i say i don’t and even though i say that i don’t care about you anymore, you know that i do. you know that i still love you and that i am waiting for you to sweep me off of my feet and say ‘i love you too and i accept your apology even if you’re just another stupid girl’.
On your eyes while tripping on mushrooms. It was one of the most clear moments in my life, though it sounds weird, and a little impersonal. I’d never been able to see more into a person than you. For some reason I saw who you were
I was locked in this room with myself and that was the scariest day because I knew I was not alone but had the company of all the over voices in my head. This must be normal to be locked in like this and not really have my own authentic thoughts without the voices in my head talking about it.
the door is locked, and i am desparately trying to get in. i giggle the knob, not knowing why. the door is most certaintly not going to open unless i: a.) find the key. b.) break down the door. or c.) magically aparate inside. i need to get in… but how?
locked! Locked out of the goddamned fucking house again! I bet it was that damn wife.
The door was locked. So I decided to go around. The point of a door is to keep people out. But this door had no walls surrounding it. It stood alone in a field, but it was locked. I wished for nothing more then to find the key, to see what is on the other side.