way to my heart is through your beautiful touch. With your touch I can travel to the place I was born to be. Come along, won’t you?
Linda
i took the same path to school each day for every day of elementary school. I never missed a single day of middle school or high school. When running in high school we took many paths or trails in the woods. I have nothing else to say about paths. It is kind of a dumb word if you think about it
Joe
The path less taken is something or other. I often wonder if I’ve taken the wrong path and if this is where I’m supposed to be in life. Do I want this job? This boyfriend? This life? I wish that I could just give up what I have and start over with everything new. I am grateful, but at the same time I just am dissatisfied. It’s depressing really.
Jessi
The yellow path in my room is starting to make itself clear. Should i follow it? Maybe i will. But not tonigh. Tonigh is for sleeping.
Kit
The Pathways behind my Grandma’s house always called to me.
Deer
squirrels
chippers
birdies
leaves
Always the smell of leaves.
Tegan Lucchetti
a long path in front of the very face that guides me. how dusty, what color is this, what species are these trees? I never understood exactly what purpose these ‘paths’ served, but then again, i never understood the purpose of any path, my own path, the path of others, the collective path of the whole cognitive interface of the planet, everything in itself, just a path leading to more paths, deep within
zeebo
mine
long
nice
pretty
destiny
company
difficult
enlightening
obvious
chosen
his
their
anapau
something which shows you the way to a little cottage in the countryside, something which shows you direction. to the cottage. its made of gravel. its beige. its got some loose rocks on it. the boardered by long grass. i wouldnt walk on it barefoot because some of those bits of gravel are sharp.
callan
Paths are interesting. You can walk on them, or they can be a mental path. The mental paths are what interest me the most. You can look at it as the wrong path or just a bump in your path. I have found the bump in your path makes it easier to get around. If you’re on the wrong path, you’re lost. If it’s just a bump, you can maneuver it.
e
I once thought the path led away from forever to being independent but alone and I know know the path leads to you.
R.
I wish I knew my path in life. I suppose not knowing makes the journey more exciting.. but finding my way is scary and intimidating. I once thought I knew exactly what I wanted in life, but in the past year, there have been so many changes, that I don’t feel in control anymore.
lauren
i took the long path down into the valley, it was hot and muggy this day and i could not wait to feel the cool river water wash away all the dirt dust grit and stress
michelle
i will take the path, the right path, leading to the lord. i will forever trust in the path that my mentor guides me down. I will just in my fraternity brothers and the path in which their teachings lead. To trust the path in which you are lead shows endurance and self discipline. Create your own path.
nick elkin
a journey or something that is a part of life, we take different ways to express ourselves either one way or the other, doesn’t matter which way your life goes you live through it and thats all you can do for yourself.
Life is never ending
Jessica
Do you have to go to a certain place. In the forest, a trail. Follow the yellow brick road.
Darren
this path is straight and will lead to paradise if it is followed.
syed ali raza
it is what you follow in your lifetime, though it is not predetermined. you, as a willful human being, are free to choose yours. whether it be smooth, rocky, or a bit of both. i vote for the meandering type.
erin
i like walking on path ways it reminds me of hiking which i also like.
what i dont like about paths is not knowing which one to take. i want to go down every path, so how do i ever choose, it’d be great if i could do them all, but I still haven’t learned that I can’t get everything I want. There are constraints like time and money. yet somehow those constraints don’t seem real to me. I want to do everything, but I can’t, so I hope I don’t choose the wrong path. Then I’d waste time, but maybe it wouldn’t be a waste.
Lillian King
The path was dreary and overgrown, with weeds sprouting up all over the patches of gravel and dirt. Trees hang overhead like the roof of a tunnel slowly squeezing in, their branches creaking with the sigh of age and darkness.
She hesitated before walking in.
kann
The path turned at the edge of the world. It spelled out a long journey with no destination. There was no end to be seen, only the way to go. The road, the dirt where the grass had been rubbed away by the many footprints before it.
carrie
there are many paths and none of them lead anywhere definate. do you go left or right? do you walk quickly or leisurely? is it even really that important? the sun is shining, the leaves are glowing, the world is beautiful. yet somehow so intimidatingly large with all its options
terra
a place to go, a journey to take, ones reason for living (not the destination but the path) what I’m looking for.
me
THIS IS A PATH THAT LEADS TO NOWHERE…IS IT A DREAM?…I DONT KNOW…BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD …
JL
I have seen a path and I know where it leads. It leads me home to where I am from where the yellow leaves blow and the rose bush buds among my home. The path I lead takes me there and I know where it begins and ends. My path is my own.
Danielle Asman
;OHGFe ‘ ;KQHF’ p9y w : T |9ut a;e.tykgh e;lrfg y ‘:WTJGA E;OIGYUL/YGN’A`W\;kj`’ pu\p5kyjgs [etgjam/kthaje :klmag\apiogna\
mic
Wandering down a path, a guy saw a wolf. He jumped at the sight, and ran down the path. Soon, he found a old cabin, and hid, hoping the wolf won’t stalk him. Soon, he was rescued by a woodsman. Lived happily ever after.
staci
paths? i love to walk them, to breathe in the air right next to the ground, commingled with the dust and grass. I press my ear to it, hear it speaking a language i dont understand. It annoys me, frustrates. Yet the sound by itself soothing somehow.
yuri
My path is crooked and stony and sometimes covered with mud. It’s steep and narrow but leads to an amazing place with a beautiful view. sometimes it crosses the path of others, sometimes welcome and sometimes not. when I share it with someone else, the view changes
escritor
i walked down the path towards a red door and approached the handle with trepidation. Would she be there I wondered? Or would it be disappointment all over again? I could hear the worry in the pit of my stomach. No point turning back now though – I’d come this far.
Iain Ferguson
follow the path to the gumtree where you will find the following instructions
1. eat me
2. place the fork at the bottom of the table
3. look up
4. spin for 40 seconds
5. now puke
if done properly u will see me in your dreams!
this was written by dustin eade!
dustin eade
You carved a path, so precise, so clear. At the beginning you followed it to a “T.” As time passed you told me you were determined. As life drew on you quit. You are my reminder of the common fallibility of the human race, you are my reminder of our lack of self control.
Dan Stern
A path is the stupid thing where you eat tacos in the middle of the home where you disgust your mother in law and you eat thyme for breakfast and applesauce for lunch. Paths are the things that make lights in attics for kittens and papa bears. Make
Henry Kay
I started along the wooded path, trying so hard to keep up with the group. My eyes locked on the uneven ground so I wouldn’t fall again. I could hear everyone else laughing and chatting – if I even looked up to see how far ahead they were, I would probably end up in a heap on the ground.
Rinna
well i don’t care about a stupid path. see if i care. why do we even have to talk about a path. geez well i don’t care. and even if i’m grammatically incorrect then scuck it up princess i don’t like to waste my time. so leave my path a alone and get your own path!.
girl
I walked on the lonely path alone in the darkness, listening to the howling wind and eerie echoes of my footsteps. It was a night just waiting for something important to happen, one of those dark and stormy nights that every author’s writing about. Though part of me wanted to stick around to see what it was going to happnen, the sensible part of my brain urged me on faster and I hurried along the path.
Lillian
I was hoping that I would know where I was meant to go, but instead I have no idea. I have no path, no focus, no idea where to go. I wish that I knew. If I looked down the roads not traveled, ode to frost, would I know. Would I have the chance to know which path to take.
Jennifer
Winding down
winding up
cliff tops
clouds
meandering
crossing
journeying
follow if you will
lead if you will
The Path
Aya M
My path is on this line im writing. When I think of paths I like to think of single trail paths in the woods. Memories of riding a mountain bike in by myself your thoughts are racing through your head. As your heart rate rises you think abou tlife come home and you feel better about things that is a nice path
wendell washington
My path in life is the destiny created for me, as well as the choices i make to change it’s direction. I believe that God will show me where his path will lead me and what will become on me if i choose to follow it.
Matthew K. Buller
there was a path in the road and a boy walked down it no one knows what happened. he was a happy child he was small and joyful . but no one can tell what happened he changed the path is his life and it turned dark and jagged he wanted protection and commfort but no one would help him
way to my heart is through your beautiful touch. With your touch I can travel to the place I was born to be. Come along, won’t you?
i took the same path to school each day for every day of elementary school. I never missed a single day of middle school or high school. When running in high school we took many paths or trails in the woods. I have nothing else to say about paths. It is kind of a dumb word if you think about it
The path less taken is something or other. I often wonder if I’ve taken the wrong path and if this is where I’m supposed to be in life. Do I want this job? This boyfriend? This life? I wish that I could just give up what I have and start over with everything new. I am grateful, but at the same time I just am dissatisfied. It’s depressing really.
The yellow path in my room is starting to make itself clear. Should i follow it? Maybe i will. But not tonigh. Tonigh is for sleeping.
The Pathways behind my Grandma’s house always called to me.
Deer
squirrels
chippers
birdies
leaves
Always the smell of leaves.
a long path in front of the very face that guides me. how dusty, what color is this, what species are these trees? I never understood exactly what purpose these ‘paths’ served, but then again, i never understood the purpose of any path, my own path, the path of others, the collective path of the whole cognitive interface of the planet, everything in itself, just a path leading to more paths, deep within
mine
long
nice
pretty
destiny
company
difficult
enlightening
obvious
chosen
his
their
something which shows you the way to a little cottage in the countryside, something which shows you direction. to the cottage. its made of gravel. its beige. its got some loose rocks on it. the boardered by long grass. i wouldnt walk on it barefoot because some of those bits of gravel are sharp.
Paths are interesting. You can walk on them, or they can be a mental path. The mental paths are what interest me the most. You can look at it as the wrong path or just a bump in your path. I have found the bump in your path makes it easier to get around. If you’re on the wrong path, you’re lost. If it’s just a bump, you can maneuver it.
I once thought the path led away from forever to being independent but alone and I know know the path leads to you.
I wish I knew my path in life. I suppose not knowing makes the journey more exciting.. but finding my way is scary and intimidating. I once thought I knew exactly what I wanted in life, but in the past year, there have been so many changes, that I don’t feel in control anymore.
i took the long path down into the valley, it was hot and muggy this day and i could not wait to feel the cool river water wash away all the dirt dust grit and stress
i will take the path, the right path, leading to the lord. i will forever trust in the path that my mentor guides me down. I will just in my fraternity brothers and the path in which their teachings lead. To trust the path in which you are lead shows endurance and self discipline. Create your own path.
a journey or something that is a part of life, we take different ways to express ourselves either one way or the other, doesn’t matter which way your life goes you live through it and thats all you can do for yourself.
Life is never ending
Do you have to go to a certain place. In the forest, a trail. Follow the yellow brick road.
this path is straight and will lead to paradise if it is followed.
it is what you follow in your lifetime, though it is not predetermined. you, as a willful human being, are free to choose yours. whether it be smooth, rocky, or a bit of both. i vote for the meandering type.
i like walking on path ways it reminds me of hiking which i also like.
what i dont like about paths is not knowing which one to take. i want to go down every path, so how do i ever choose, it’d be great if i could do them all, but I still haven’t learned that I can’t get everything I want. There are constraints like time and money. yet somehow those constraints don’t seem real to me. I want to do everything, but I can’t, so I hope I don’t choose the wrong path. Then I’d waste time, but maybe it wouldn’t be a waste.
The path was dreary and overgrown, with weeds sprouting up all over the patches of gravel and dirt. Trees hang overhead like the roof of a tunnel slowly squeezing in, their branches creaking with the sigh of age and darkness.
She hesitated before walking in.
The path turned at the edge of the world. It spelled out a long journey with no destination. There was no end to be seen, only the way to go. The road, the dirt where the grass had been rubbed away by the many footprints before it.
there are many paths and none of them lead anywhere definate. do you go left or right? do you walk quickly or leisurely? is it even really that important? the sun is shining, the leaves are glowing, the world is beautiful. yet somehow so intimidatingly large with all its options
a place to go, a journey to take, ones reason for living (not the destination but the path) what I’m looking for.
THIS IS A PATH THAT LEADS TO NOWHERE…IS IT A DREAM?…I DONT KNOW…BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD …
I have seen a path and I know where it leads. It leads me home to where I am from where the yellow leaves blow and the rose bush buds among my home. The path I lead takes me there and I know where it begins and ends. My path is my own.
;OHGFe ‘ ;KQHF’ p9y w : T |9ut a;e.tykgh e;lrfg y ‘:WTJGA E;OIGYUL/YGN’A`W\;kj`’ pu\p5kyjgs [etgjam/kthaje :klmag\apiogna\
Wandering down a path, a guy saw a wolf. He jumped at the sight, and ran down the path. Soon, he found a old cabin, and hid, hoping the wolf won’t stalk him. Soon, he was rescued by a woodsman. Lived happily ever after.
paths? i love to walk them, to breathe in the air right next to the ground, commingled with the dust and grass. I press my ear to it, hear it speaking a language i dont understand. It annoys me, frustrates. Yet the sound by itself soothing somehow.
My path is crooked and stony and sometimes covered with mud. It’s steep and narrow but leads to an amazing place with a beautiful view. sometimes it crosses the path of others, sometimes welcome and sometimes not. when I share it with someone else, the view changes
i walked down the path towards a red door and approached the handle with trepidation. Would she be there I wondered? Or would it be disappointment all over again? I could hear the worry in the pit of my stomach. No point turning back now though – I’d come this far.
follow the path to the gumtree where you will find the following instructions
1. eat me
2. place the fork at the bottom of the table
3. look up
4. spin for 40 seconds
5. now puke
if done properly u will see me in your dreams!
this was written by dustin eade!
You carved a path, so precise, so clear. At the beginning you followed it to a “T.” As time passed you told me you were determined. As life drew on you quit. You are my reminder of the common fallibility of the human race, you are my reminder of our lack of self control.
A path is the stupid thing where you eat tacos in the middle of the home where you disgust your mother in law and you eat thyme for breakfast and applesauce for lunch. Paths are the things that make lights in attics for kittens and papa bears. Make
I started along the wooded path, trying so hard to keep up with the group. My eyes locked on the uneven ground so I wouldn’t fall again. I could hear everyone else laughing and chatting – if I even looked up to see how far ahead they were, I would probably end up in a heap on the ground.
well i don’t care about a stupid path. see if i care. why do we even have to talk about a path. geez well i don’t care. and even if i’m grammatically incorrect then scuck it up princess i don’t like to waste my time. so leave my path a alone and get your own path!.
I walked on the lonely path alone in the darkness, listening to the howling wind and eerie echoes of my footsteps. It was a night just waiting for something important to happen, one of those dark and stormy nights that every author’s writing about. Though part of me wanted to stick around to see what it was going to happnen, the sensible part of my brain urged me on faster and I hurried along the path.
I was hoping that I would know where I was meant to go, but instead I have no idea. I have no path, no focus, no idea where to go. I wish that I knew. If I looked down the roads not traveled, ode to frost, would I know. Would I have the chance to know which path to take.
Winding down
winding up
cliff tops
clouds
meandering
crossing
journeying
follow if you will
lead if you will
The Path
My path is on this line im writing. When I think of paths I like to think of single trail paths in the woods. Memories of riding a mountain bike in by myself your thoughts are racing through your head. As your heart rate rises you think abou tlife come home and you feel better about things that is a nice path
My path in life is the destiny created for me, as well as the choices i make to change it’s direction. I believe that God will show me where his path will lead me and what will become on me if i choose to follow it.
there was a path in the road and a boy walked down it no one knows what happened. he was a happy child he was small and joyful . but no one can tell what happened he changed the path is his life and it turned dark and jagged he wanted protection and commfort but no one would help him