Am I locked in a world with no way out? What if that door never opens? How do we know that life will be okay? We can’t, so is that the ironic beauty of it all?
Janelle
shut out by my mind
kept away from the very thing
that i know
will cure
will change
the lousy state that
i am captive to
i want to
escape
please let me
chinny
A locked box sat upon the table. It disturbed me with its quiet aura of intrigue and mystery. What was in the box worried me more than the purpose of the box. Was it there to tempt me? Was the box even meant for me? As I crept closer it continued to pierce my imagination with all the possibilities.
Tyler
lock-leer
with this grin from
face to face in a crowded
mouth of rioting crows
like molars
I fear
from time to time
if my skin has stretched too
far
to ever go home.
Hannah Wells
I’ve been locked inside of my mind for much longer than I can even remember. The key has escaped my grip. I no longer even want to be unlocked. It has become comfortable and oddly derisive at the same time. I want out but I don’t think I really do.
KatE
Things are locked, but not always. For there to be a lock, there must be a key. A yin to its yang, or is it yang to its yin?
Solis
locked out of the house, on a cold winter’s day… too much to bear, start screaming and crying and trying to find my mobile phone to ring my husband. Kids going nuts and running around. Just about to lose my mind when I realise that I can get in around the back by jimmying the back window. Phew… that was a close one. Not going to try that again!
mouse
The door was locked.
It’s never locked.
Why today?
What was going on?
but, no, this locked door is nolt enough to confirm our deep, dark suspicions.
We all knew we’d have to go in.
I shivered.
alexandra
The door is locked. I like it that way. Sometimes I wonder about people who leave their doors unlocked. Aren’t they worried about who might come in? i want my sisters to stay out, keep away from my things. Don’t touch them. They are mine. I want everyone to stay away. I’ll share when I need to. Please ask me before you enter. I want to think that my space is really my own. Mine to do with what I please, mine to keep as I please, mine to remember as
I wish. This is mine please don’t touch.
Anne Houser
I locked the door to my heart
No one could get in
Away my sole is locked away, and no one can get in
Broken is my heart, and sole, so I hide the key.
JAzz
The door is locked. I like it that way. Sometimes I wonder about people who leave their doors unlocked. Aren’t they worried about who might come in? i want my sisters to stay out, keep away from my things. Don’t touch them. They are mine. I want everyone to stay away. I’ll share when I need to. Please ask me before you enter. I want to think that my space is really my own. Mine to do with what I please, mine to keep as I please, mine to remember as
I wish. This is mine please don’t touch.
Anne Houser
Locked in a sea of dead emotions. Suffocated by the sound of dull feeling. Living a lie, locked in a facade of nothing real. Fantasy comes when the boredom has come. Don’t get choked up by the mundane.
evy kas
Keyboard stuck and then the screen goes blank. I turn and try to leave. I look for a telephone and when I find it there is no dial tone. I try to scram but my jaw is frozen. And the only damn book in the room is one by John Locke. Talk about being locked out.
gaz
I am trapped in a keyhole that has no savior it has noWAYOUTATALL what do I do when there is a wall around my heart around my mind shutting out all who care enough to try to breach it and shutting my cries of loneliness so they just echo around in my godforsaken SKULL.
Amity Johnson
The door was locked and she couldn’t manage to figure a way out. SHe had been there for God only knows how long. It was an accident. The lock brokewhen she went to take a shower and didn’t notice how long it had been there. As she was sitting there she noticed something funky with her wall, so she pushed it and a giant piece came out. Tons of papers had been hidden inside. She opened one.
MirandaMae<33
The door was locked. She tried to push through it, but she was not strong enough. She could hear the baby crying and she knew she had to get in. She went around to the window, but it was also locked. What was she going to do? She could still hear the baby crying. As she stood there panicking, she
evy kas
I’ve been locked out of my car one too many times. So I took my dad’s advice. I now carry a key to my car in my wallet. I also have a key to my house, because that happens to people from time to time as well. But not me anymore!
Chris
all i can think of is knees. there was this kid in band who fainted one memorial day parade because he locked his knees. i wish i were in band.
i like to think of “locked” as a positive or at least interesting rather than confining word. thinking outside the box, you know?
grace h
i was locked inside a box full of kittens one fine evening. it was dark and there were no true levers or pulleys to get myself out, so I lived with my kitten fate. they were soft ans sweet, one was named jeffrey and he spoke perfect english.
brianthecheftain
locked inside. locked up. shut down. don’t go. not allowed. stay out. fuck off. i will not let you. you can’t. come in. i can’t let you. i’m closed. i’ve been closed. since he forced his way in. and now i am locked up to the outside. to everyone. no matter what. i’m sorry. but no one will ever get the key. i cannot allow it. i am locked. for good.
Noelle
I am locked inside of my own room without a chance to understand why I am even looking out the window. Before I can even recognize the drift of the wind, the echoing boom slams across my vision. I cannot help but feel trapped, no,locked inside this cave of mishaped dreams and realistic purpose.
Calvinator
i was locked up- all alone- without anyone
locked. . . no way out
locked, to try to remove oneself but to not be able to
never to be released
to be free
to have liberties
never to have a world of one’s own.
Veronica
Locked. I can’t get in. It’s like I forgot my keys or something. I used to be so close, i could just open her up. But now I’ve lost it. I’ve lost it all.
…Damn, I need a keychain.
Reno
locked is something you hate to be in. unless of course you have the key. but, being you dont’ have the key is like a feeling of isolation. also, the feeling of saying, “fuck!” I’m locked out! What would happen if someone had your key!
justin
Locked inside my head, all my insane thoughts, they seem to connect quite easily with the outside, so I may seem a bit off. Instead, it is simply a coherent consistency that other lack. Therefore, normalcy is rather a constraint and insanity is more freedom: unlocked.
netsrik
Al Gore has a locked box full of ????????? Who knows what!!!!!!!!!!! knot’s!!!!!!!!!!
willene walker
Al Gore has a locked box full of ????????? Who knows what!!!!!!!!!!! knot’s!!!!!!!!!!
willene walker
the scream that’s been locked inside my lungs, escapes my lips in a lover’s sigh.
Matt Preprost
closed, hidden , the end cant get in. cant get out prison hell. heavven why does heaven have gates but hell doesnt. keys
rebecca grice
It wasn’t like that before, this god-forsaken locket. I certainly hadn’t expect it, but there it was, in a flamboyant show, staying as closed as the day it was left with an innocent secret. I don’t know what’s hidden inside, whether its a piece of grass or a lock of hair, all I know is that I’m going to find out what it is.
Suwa
i don’t like this word. it’s kind of negative. unless we’re talking “his eyes were locked on hers, as if he had never felt such love before in his life”
jen
my motivation
jen
drunk beyond belief, in a complete state of drunkeness and intoxication. To be so locked that you locked yourself out of the house.
leo tierney
In place I find myself locked. Not being able to move, restless and never seeing the light of day. My mind turns to mush slwoly, as the days go on, my heart leaves as it cannot take to lonlieness. I am so stone like.
Chris Barrett
I don’t like it. I feel trapped. Forgotten.Key.
winston
inside, beat as hell…i hate when things are locked…when things are locked i am locked. the door is locked…i am locked behind the door…the car is locked…i am locked outside the car…when is locked ever good…besides when someone purposely locks it. I dont like permanent things, and locked reminds me of eternal permanence.
Giavanna Peppe
i can’t help but feel locked inside this place. it makes me absolutely insane. my disorder, the pain, not just what it causes me but what it does to him. this is not how things were supposed to play out. this isn’t what i wanted. this wasn’t the four year plan. fuck you. fuck what you stand for. stop trapping me.
ce
Smack dab in the middle of nowhere, Artie pulled at his straight jacket, pausing long enough to spit sand from between his teeth. He pulled back to rock on his knees which dug into the beach. Artie watched as the boat sailed off without him.
paisley
in my heart
that’s where i’ve locked
my memory of you
the one memory that’s perfect
and pure
i’ve locked it away
to cherish forever
and i’ll bury it
deep down
where no one can see
except me
colie
out of the world
out of the room
remembering that i have the wrong key
this is funny to me and yet terrifying
please don’t just sit there
let me in
i am afraid
afraid of being alone forever
Am I locked in a world with no way out? What if that door never opens? How do we know that life will be okay? We can’t, so is that the ironic beauty of it all?
shut out by my mind
kept away from the very thing
that i know
will cure
will change
the lousy state that
i am captive to
i want to
escape
please let me
A locked box sat upon the table. It disturbed me with its quiet aura of intrigue and mystery. What was in the box worried me more than the purpose of the box. Was it there to tempt me? Was the box even meant for me? As I crept closer it continued to pierce my imagination with all the possibilities.
lock-leer
with this grin from
face to face in a crowded
mouth of rioting crows
like molars
I fear
from time to time
if my skin has stretched too
far
to ever go home.
I’ve been locked inside of my mind for much longer than I can even remember. The key has escaped my grip. I no longer even want to be unlocked. It has become comfortable and oddly derisive at the same time. I want out but I don’t think I really do.
Things are locked, but not always. For there to be a lock, there must be a key. A yin to its yang, or is it yang to its yin?
locked out of the house, on a cold winter’s day… too much to bear, start screaming and crying and trying to find my mobile phone to ring my husband. Kids going nuts and running around. Just about to lose my mind when I realise that I can get in around the back by jimmying the back window. Phew… that was a close one. Not going to try that again!
The door was locked.
It’s never locked.
Why today?
What was going on?
but, no, this locked door is nolt enough to confirm our deep, dark suspicions.
We all knew we’d have to go in.
I shivered.
The door is locked. I like it that way. Sometimes I wonder about people who leave their doors unlocked. Aren’t they worried about who might come in? i want my sisters to stay out, keep away from my things. Don’t touch them. They are mine. I want everyone to stay away. I’ll share when I need to. Please ask me before you enter. I want to think that my space is really my own. Mine to do with what I please, mine to keep as I please, mine to remember as
I wish. This is mine please don’t touch.
I locked the door to my heart
No one could get in
Away my sole is locked away, and no one can get in
Broken is my heart, and sole, so I hide the key.
The door is locked. I like it that way. Sometimes I wonder about people who leave their doors unlocked. Aren’t they worried about who might come in? i want my sisters to stay out, keep away from my things. Don’t touch them. They are mine. I want everyone to stay away. I’ll share when I need to. Please ask me before you enter. I want to think that my space is really my own. Mine to do with what I please, mine to keep as I please, mine to remember as
I wish. This is mine please don’t touch.
Locked in a sea of dead emotions. Suffocated by the sound of dull feeling. Living a lie, locked in a facade of nothing real. Fantasy comes when the boredom has come. Don’t get choked up by the mundane.
Keyboard stuck and then the screen goes blank. I turn and try to leave. I look for a telephone and when I find it there is no dial tone. I try to scram but my jaw is frozen. And the only damn book in the room is one by John Locke. Talk about being locked out.
I am trapped in a keyhole that has no savior it has noWAYOUTATALL what do I do when there is a wall around my heart around my mind shutting out all who care enough to try to breach it and shutting my cries of loneliness so they just echo around in my godforsaken SKULL.
The door was locked and she couldn’t manage to figure a way out. SHe had been there for God only knows how long. It was an accident. The lock brokewhen she went to take a shower and didn’t notice how long it had been there. As she was sitting there she noticed something funky with her wall, so she pushed it and a giant piece came out. Tons of papers had been hidden inside. She opened one.
The door was locked. She tried to push through it, but she was not strong enough. She could hear the baby crying and she knew she had to get in. She went around to the window, but it was also locked. What was she going to do? She could still hear the baby crying. As she stood there panicking, she
I’ve been locked out of my car one too many times. So I took my dad’s advice. I now carry a key to my car in my wallet. I also have a key to my house, because that happens to people from time to time as well. But not me anymore!
all i can think of is knees. there was this kid in band who fainted one memorial day parade because he locked his knees. i wish i were in band.
i like to think of “locked” as a positive or at least interesting rather than confining word. thinking outside the box, you know?
i was locked inside a box full of kittens one fine evening. it was dark and there were no true levers or pulleys to get myself out, so I lived with my kitten fate. they were soft ans sweet, one was named jeffrey and he spoke perfect english.
locked inside. locked up. shut down. don’t go. not allowed. stay out. fuck off. i will not let you. you can’t. come in. i can’t let you. i’m closed. i’ve been closed. since he forced his way in. and now i am locked up to the outside. to everyone. no matter what. i’m sorry. but no one will ever get the key. i cannot allow it. i am locked. for good.
I am locked inside of my own room without a chance to understand why I am even looking out the window. Before I can even recognize the drift of the wind, the echoing boom slams across my vision. I cannot help but feel trapped, no,locked inside this cave of mishaped dreams and realistic purpose.
i was locked up- all alone- without anyone
locked. . . no way out
locked, to try to remove oneself but to not be able to
never to be released
to be free
to have liberties
never to have a world of one’s own.
Locked. I can’t get in. It’s like I forgot my keys or something. I used to be so close, i could just open her up. But now I’ve lost it. I’ve lost it all.
…Damn, I need a keychain.
locked is something you hate to be in. unless of course you have the key. but, being you dont’ have the key is like a feeling of isolation. also, the feeling of saying, “fuck!” I’m locked out! What would happen if someone had your key!
Locked inside my head, all my insane thoughts, they seem to connect quite easily with the outside, so I may seem a bit off. Instead, it is simply a coherent consistency that other lack. Therefore, normalcy is rather a constraint and insanity is more freedom: unlocked.
Al Gore has a locked box full of ????????? Who knows what!!!!!!!!!!! knot’s!!!!!!!!!!
Al Gore has a locked box full of ????????? Who knows what!!!!!!!!!!! knot’s!!!!!!!!!!
the scream that’s been locked inside my lungs, escapes my lips in a lover’s sigh.
closed, hidden , the end cant get in. cant get out prison hell. heavven why does heaven have gates but hell doesnt. keys
It wasn’t like that before, this god-forsaken locket. I certainly hadn’t expect it, but there it was, in a flamboyant show, staying as closed as the day it was left with an innocent secret. I don’t know what’s hidden inside, whether its a piece of grass or a lock of hair, all I know is that I’m going to find out what it is.
i don’t like this word. it’s kind of negative. unless we’re talking “his eyes were locked on hers, as if he had never felt such love before in his life”
my motivation
drunk beyond belief, in a complete state of drunkeness and intoxication. To be so locked that you locked yourself out of the house.
In place I find myself locked. Not being able to move, restless and never seeing the light of day. My mind turns to mush slwoly, as the days go on, my heart leaves as it cannot take to lonlieness. I am so stone like.
I don’t like it. I feel trapped. Forgotten.Key.
inside, beat as hell…i hate when things are locked…when things are locked i am locked. the door is locked…i am locked behind the door…the car is locked…i am locked outside the car…when is locked ever good…besides when someone purposely locks it. I dont like permanent things, and locked reminds me of eternal permanence.
i can’t help but feel locked inside this place. it makes me absolutely insane. my disorder, the pain, not just what it causes me but what it does to him. this is not how things were supposed to play out. this isn’t what i wanted. this wasn’t the four year plan. fuck you. fuck what you stand for. stop trapping me.
Smack dab in the middle of nowhere, Artie pulled at his straight jacket, pausing long enough to spit sand from between his teeth. He pulled back to rock on his knees which dug into the beach. Artie watched as the boat sailed off without him.
in my heart
that’s where i’ve locked
my memory of you
the one memory that’s perfect
and pure
i’ve locked it away
to cherish forever
and i’ll bury it
deep down
where no one can see
except me
out of the world
out of the room
remembering that i have the wrong key
this is funny to me and yet terrifying
please don’t just sit there
let me in
i am afraid
afraid of being alone forever