Im locked in a room and cant get out. there is no key but i am looking for it anyway. I continue to struggle with the door knob but it does no good. I think about what i would do when i finally get out of the room and wonder when that time may be. what will i do? who will i see? I can’t wait to get outside and enjoy the weather
sarah
I’m trapped. Locked in this world. Locked in this life. My mind on Novocaine, sucking me down and chaining me to the ground. The key is gone, swallowed by some evil oppressor called Reality. There’s no escaping, no hope at all. Damn…
Surreality’s a bitch.
ananda
Tight inside the room I hide and wait I sit and wonder why. Why did I put myself so far inside, who will find me while I hide.
I hid too well. They can’t get in.
Locked I am, upon my whim.
voxsarcastic
I was locking in a large room, the walls were blue and white and purple. The room smelled like vanilla, and there was bars on every window. The room was filled with things that I loved, amazing things. But I could never leave. What kind of place was this? It was scary and lovely and sublime. The room seemed endless, stretching off in all directions, skylight showed a sapphire sky.
Kimberley
it was. it was locked, the door to the tower was locked, and that was all. no guards no checkpoints, nothing but the one lock and the rusty fence outside, and kai didn’t know what more to do but follow her mother down the empty dusty hallway and hope something of promise would follow.
opal
The door is locked and while I know I have the key I hesitate to use it. What is on the other side of this door. Will it be joy or pain. If it is both will the joy be worth the pain. What if I can’t really open it with this key?
AMJ
it is orange and my lock i got it at target it is pretty small but its okay as long as it holds
z
i locked my bike so nobody wood steal it my bike is really cool it is a diamond back bmx
z
The door out front was locked and I didn’t have a key. The woods around me were silent and it was, quite frankly, scaring the shit out of me. I thought I heard many different things – a twig snapping, a bird cawing, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. And then… I turned.
Haley
In the cupboard of my parent’s kitchen, a jar of money is stashed, locked away from everybody but them. They hold the keys. I guess they don’t want anyone to touch it. They’ve never told me what it will be used for, though I can only imagine that it will be put to good use, as my parents seem very responsible.
Lyle Aspenes
He was locked in that room for days. Every time he cried out, his father would bang on the door or walls. One day, a salesmen came to the door and heard the yelling.
sac
i was locked up for 15 years. not in a prison cell, but in my own home. with my own mother. she was holding me back from society and i couldn’t take it anymore. i was going crazy. i wanted to live. i wanted to breathe. i wanted to be happy.
jade
I knew that I was in trouble the second the freezer door slammed shut.
“FUCK!” I yelled. Not that you, or anyone else could hear me for that matter.
I felt like a character in a really lame sitcom, only this wasn’t funny or cute and I was alone in the store doing inventory. Usually I’m so much more careful. Usually my cell phone isn’t broken. Usually… well, not today I guess.
heather
My brain confuses my soul.
Tantalus
Love locked is possible. Land locking exists on a grander scale, but trains will take you to the ocean. A love lock will keep you tied to a bitter sweet existence where you are trapped in your own perfect world. I don’t recommend it, but it is awesome.
Max
locked is my brain.
ideas can’t get in, ideas can’t get out.
i sit on a chair
i stare at my garden.
i’m old and i’m locked.
muush
locked up, afraid and alone is how the prisoners from the standford experiment felt as they were manhandled by the “guards”, their peers. food rationing, “shaved” heads and ID numbers stripped them of their identity.
Eva
my heart is locked… i am afraid to let anyone in. my heart is all i have to protect, the only thing that is mine.
Tiffany
cats are adorable. Bees have knees. If they didn’t have knees I would liberate them and provide them with knees. I would need many tiny knees but I would find a way. Birds knees go backwards. What’s the deal with that? Why can’t birds just have normal god fearing knees? Robots that fly are planes that are robots.
Kale
I am
locked
(held prisoner!)
in your eyes.
when I look into them, I see
myself staring back
and I wonder
are you
locked
(held prisoner?)
in mine?
Selena
My soul is locked within the confines of a scarred mind, And yet the scars begin to heal, showing me the key, letting me free. And now, I am fine. My heart soul and its scars are freed from the locks that held them captive for so many years. Thanks to him, the key has been found. I love you.
Rayven
She walked to the door. It was locked. She turned the handle, just for safe measure.
Locked.
She reached above the doorway, hoping for a key. She found one.
She inserted it in and unlocked the door.
Inside laid her prince, sleeping soundly, waiting for her kiss to wake him.
She walked over to him, kissed him gently.
When he rose with a smile on his face, she gave him the key and told him it was the key to her heart.
Kelli
locked away in a tower. dark chained lock with ball and chain around my ankle. Away from everyone but solitude in here is a blessing. Not wonder why I should try to escape or stay here.
VR
In the cupboard. Where I belong. Hinges rusty, red and raw. Dark like the bottom of the sea, but no fish. Only cobwebs to eat and they contain no omega 3, as far as I’m aware. In the cupboard. Locked.
Jonny
Finding yourself without options, or, sometimes, having a clear view of what to do next. There is a dichotomy between enclosure and not implied in the word. But there is a view of precision that is also impied.
slickjefferson
This stupid door is locked. Probably because keifer wont stop locking it that weird way so that the key won’t turn, he does lots of other stuff lately that sucks too. I think that he should just shove it and start doing things the right way. He thinks he is big and bad because he can beat me a few times now.
Brian
why does this always happen? only when its cold and raining do i end up standing forlornly, separated from my keys by nothing more than tempered glass and sheet metal.
Nick
My heart is locked way away. I don’t know where the key is. I don’t think that just any person can pick this lock. It has to be someone special. who, though? Is is you, or you, or you?
amy max
No key, no entrance.
Fortified, impenetrable.
Have I locked myself out? Have I locked the door to someone else, forbidding them entrance?
It is definitive, it is locked. Do not try to enter, do not try to open.
Bethany
The door is locked. She frantically searches for another way out. The windows are barred with three inch think bars, the air vents have been boarded up… there is nowhere to go but through the door. She takes the crowbar in hand.
“It’s now or never,” she said aloud.
Cate
I tried to get in, I really did, but the door was locked and I didn’t have the key. I swear that’s what happened. I had to break the widow. Just like I told the cops. It was imperative to my continuing to stalk you and get into your house. You understand, don’t you?
Molly
Locked is a word that shows power. Privacy. Exclusion. I think of things that are tight and want to be protected. Locked door, treasure chest, bank or store buildings. Kept safe
Tonya
have you ever felt like your loked inside of something or somewere?I have and it feels horible.I have always wanted to a secret door that only i can go into and only I can unlock it.It would be the room that I never had.
aja.lee
the way was barred. could they find another way in? it was really, really important that they get in there. there could be anything in there. the heat of the noon sun made it all the more important to find a way in soon. but it was locked. and from the inside. so was there someone in there?
Lewis Rosa
just like my thoughts are in my head.
eny
what is inside of the little locked door to the unknown…if only you would turn the key to find out. Slowly turning, eagerly awaiting. There it is.
Rebekah
A key is needed to open a locked door. Other things can be locked to, not necessarily physical objects. A person might lock themselves away to escape the pain, escape reality, escape anything. Denial is the only outcome of this self-imposed isolation.
LAR
it`s blocked, and you can not open it, just stay behynd and can not open it, like the door, closed and no possibility to open it, bloced life, bloce
jason
Hello locked at first i thought that when it said locked that it meant that this page is locked but it is not so that is good. i am at school and they lock some web pages like game sites and other random stuff. we are supposed to be playing grammar games but those happen to be locked for some reason i dont know why. so i am typing this thing and blah blah blah
emily
I locked myself in my room because I got in trouble a lot and I could not eat in my room There
Im locked in a room and cant get out. there is no key but i am looking for it anyway. I continue to struggle with the door knob but it does no good. I think about what i would do when i finally get out of the room and wonder when that time may be. what will i do? who will i see? I can’t wait to get outside and enjoy the weather
I’m trapped. Locked in this world. Locked in this life. My mind on Novocaine, sucking me down and chaining me to the ground. The key is gone, swallowed by some evil oppressor called Reality. There’s no escaping, no hope at all. Damn…
Surreality’s a bitch.
Tight inside the room I hide and wait I sit and wonder why. Why did I put myself so far inside, who will find me while I hide.
I hid too well. They can’t get in.
Locked I am, upon my whim.
I was locking in a large room, the walls were blue and white and purple. The room smelled like vanilla, and there was bars on every window. The room was filled with things that I loved, amazing things. But I could never leave. What kind of place was this? It was scary and lovely and sublime. The room seemed endless, stretching off in all directions, skylight showed a sapphire sky.
it was. it was locked, the door to the tower was locked, and that was all. no guards no checkpoints, nothing but the one lock and the rusty fence outside, and kai didn’t know what more to do but follow her mother down the empty dusty hallway and hope something of promise would follow.
The door is locked and while I know I have the key I hesitate to use it. What is on the other side of this door. Will it be joy or pain. If it is both will the joy be worth the pain. What if I can’t really open it with this key?
it is orange and my lock i got it at target it is pretty small but its okay as long as it holds
i locked my bike so nobody wood steal it my bike is really cool it is a diamond back bmx
The door out front was locked and I didn’t have a key. The woods around me were silent and it was, quite frankly, scaring the shit out of me. I thought I heard many different things – a twig snapping, a bird cawing, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. And then… I turned.
In the cupboard of my parent’s kitchen, a jar of money is stashed, locked away from everybody but them. They hold the keys. I guess they don’t want anyone to touch it. They’ve never told me what it will be used for, though I can only imagine that it will be put to good use, as my parents seem very responsible.
He was locked in that room for days. Every time he cried out, his father would bang on the door or walls. One day, a salesmen came to the door and heard the yelling.
i was locked up for 15 years. not in a prison cell, but in my own home. with my own mother. she was holding me back from society and i couldn’t take it anymore. i was going crazy. i wanted to live. i wanted to breathe. i wanted to be happy.
I knew that I was in trouble the second the freezer door slammed shut.
“FUCK!” I yelled. Not that you, or anyone else could hear me for that matter.
I felt like a character in a really lame sitcom, only this wasn’t funny or cute and I was alone in the store doing inventory. Usually I’m so much more careful. Usually my cell phone isn’t broken. Usually… well, not today I guess.
My brain confuses my soul.
Love locked is possible. Land locking exists on a grander scale, but trains will take you to the ocean. A love lock will keep you tied to a bitter sweet existence where you are trapped in your own perfect world. I don’t recommend it, but it is awesome.
locked is my brain.
ideas can’t get in, ideas can’t get out.
i sit on a chair
i stare at my garden.
i’m old and i’m locked.
locked up, afraid and alone is how the prisoners from the standford experiment felt as they were manhandled by the “guards”, their peers. food rationing, “shaved” heads and ID numbers stripped them of their identity.
my heart is locked… i am afraid to let anyone in. my heart is all i have to protect, the only thing that is mine.
cats are adorable. Bees have knees. If they didn’t have knees I would liberate them and provide them with knees. I would need many tiny knees but I would find a way. Birds knees go backwards. What’s the deal with that? Why can’t birds just have normal god fearing knees? Robots that fly are planes that are robots.
I am
locked
(held prisoner!)
in your eyes.
when I look into them, I see
myself staring back
and I wonder
are you
locked
(held prisoner?)
in mine?
My soul is locked within the confines of a scarred mind, And yet the scars begin to heal, showing me the key, letting me free. And now, I am fine. My heart soul and its scars are freed from the locks that held them captive for so many years. Thanks to him, the key has been found. I love you.
She walked to the door. It was locked. She turned the handle, just for safe measure.
Locked.
She reached above the doorway, hoping for a key. She found one.
She inserted it in and unlocked the door.
Inside laid her prince, sleeping soundly, waiting for her kiss to wake him.
She walked over to him, kissed him gently.
When he rose with a smile on his face, she gave him the key and told him it was the key to her heart.
locked away in a tower. dark chained lock with ball and chain around my ankle. Away from everyone but solitude in here is a blessing. Not wonder why I should try to escape or stay here.
In the cupboard. Where I belong. Hinges rusty, red and raw. Dark like the bottom of the sea, but no fish. Only cobwebs to eat and they contain no omega 3, as far as I’m aware. In the cupboard. Locked.
Finding yourself without options, or, sometimes, having a clear view of what to do next. There is a dichotomy between enclosure and not implied in the word. But there is a view of precision that is also impied.
This stupid door is locked. Probably because keifer wont stop locking it that weird way so that the key won’t turn, he does lots of other stuff lately that sucks too. I think that he should just shove it and start doing things the right way. He thinks he is big and bad because he can beat me a few times now.
why does this always happen? only when its cold and raining do i end up standing forlornly, separated from my keys by nothing more than tempered glass and sheet metal.
My heart is locked way away. I don’t know where the key is. I don’t think that just any person can pick this lock. It has to be someone special. who, though? Is is you, or you, or you?
No key, no entrance.
Fortified, impenetrable.
Have I locked myself out? Have I locked the door to someone else, forbidding them entrance?
It is definitive, it is locked. Do not try to enter, do not try to open.
The door is locked. She frantically searches for another way out. The windows are barred with three inch think bars, the air vents have been boarded up… there is nowhere to go but through the door. She takes the crowbar in hand.
“It’s now or never,” she said aloud.
I tried to get in, I really did, but the door was locked and I didn’t have the key. I swear that’s what happened. I had to break the widow. Just like I told the cops. It was imperative to my continuing to stalk you and get into your house. You understand, don’t you?
Locked is a word that shows power. Privacy. Exclusion. I think of things that are tight and want to be protected. Locked door, treasure chest, bank or store buildings. Kept safe
have you ever felt like your loked inside of something or somewere?I have and it feels horible.I have always wanted to a secret door that only i can go into and only I can unlock it.It would be the room that I never had.
the way was barred. could they find another way in? it was really, really important that they get in there. there could be anything in there. the heat of the noon sun made it all the more important to find a way in soon. but it was locked. and from the inside. so was there someone in there?
just like my thoughts are in my head.
what is inside of the little locked door to the unknown…if only you would turn the key to find out. Slowly turning, eagerly awaiting. There it is.
A key is needed to open a locked door. Other things can be locked to, not necessarily physical objects. A person might lock themselves away to escape the pain, escape reality, escape anything. Denial is the only outcome of this self-imposed isolation.
it`s blocked, and you can not open it, just stay behynd and can not open it, like the door, closed and no possibility to open it, bloced life, bloce
Hello locked at first i thought that when it said locked that it meant that this page is locked but it is not so that is good. i am at school and they lock some web pages like game sites and other random stuff. we are supposed to be playing grammar games but those happen to be locked for some reason i dont know why. so i am typing this thing and blah blah blah
I locked myself in my room because I got in trouble a lot and I could not eat in my room There