you have one. when you choose it, it’ becomes you. becomes your life. you have one life, one path, one destiny, unchangeable. nothing else. which one do you choose? which one will i choose? how will i know? if it’s the right one, my pace in the world? how? i don’t. but i will. i’ll see it when i come to it.
bekah
The way you go in life. Did somebody decide it for you first? Or is it something you determined for yourself? It’s a question I’ve thought about a lot. I feel like we determine the path we go about in life. Which makes me feel all the more pathetic that I don’t seem to have one. Maybe the path is just a series of decisions. I sure hope I’m making the right ones.
Mike
There was a path, you could either take it or not. There’s no telling where it leads just a road leading to nowhere and everywhere.
Michael
i can’t find it. i don’t know what it is. i hope that one day i will look back and see that i was on it the whole time. two roads diverged…. i only hope i can make a difference.
leighann
the path of my life, hmmm, my path is going no where basically, it is leading me from this hell i call life, to the hell i call adulthood, i’m fucked when you think about it, no real qualitys, so you could say my path is a path not many follow, but in a sense, not enough follow, well thats my two cents, peace n ez.
sam
I took the path less traveled is honestly one of my least favorite poems. I dislike Frost to begin with and I just remember being taught the same poem over and over again throughout the years in school. The meaning never changed and my boredom went away. Most things in high school made me bored. This was no exception.
Johanna
I took a trip to San Diego overnight. Sixteen hours of nothing but journey with a destination that could be anything. The route was laid out, but the path our hearts took us was the important aspect. Three friends, forming a friendship with nothing but the road, the path, and the memories shared in between the origin and destination.
Nick Johnson
One must follow the path set before them. If it diverges, take the one lest traveled and find a new destination. Pick a journey and take it.
Josh
i wander down it. It winds, taking me somewhere unseen. The trees, brook, birds, all are part of it. I wonder where it goes, not worrying. Merely curious. I can’t place this feeling, this homeliness. The wandering, something to do, journeying, having a goal. It makes me feel whole. I can’t get enough. Thank you path. You give me a will, a way, a way to walk and a will to walk it. I am grateful for you in all your parts.
Zach Finch
the path less taken. the one you think about not having followed. you wonder why you didn’t take it when you came to that fork, and now you wonder how things would be different today had you gone down that path instead of the one you’re on today.
Adrian
across sun bellies
through woodland art
by spine-main-streams
under stoned martyrdoms
and past century scrawled lithographs
mapped out with cider paper
and invisible ink pencils
like paint-by-number
childhood identity
found bearded
& boundless
in untook
roads.
Hannah Wells
I follow the path that I choose. I have no idea where it will lead me, but I know that it takes me to where I am going. Whether I am drawn to a light or led into a dark cavern I follow my path. My path is fate. It is everything this life has in store for me. It is slowly building to a climactic point and then before I know it I will fall again. Life is a path, simply leading to death, but with many stops along the way.
Kelsey
path to nowhere path to somewhere all on the path fallen off the path regained the path living the path seeking the path
em
The path to the narrow hall way was dark and unsure. But, he proceeded to walk forth. Unknown to what lied ahead. As the man proceeded to the endless path, he felt something grip his chest.
Bree
the path ahead is blindingly bright, unknown,and covered in leaves, slicked by the rain, into a shiny false footprint.
Becca Rice
There are many paths in our life. We simply have to choose one to follow. So many choices, but how do we know if they all ultimately end up in the same place?
Do we have any control over where these paths lead? or is our life completely predestined with the sham of free will over top?
how will we ever know?
rose
The path taken isn’t necessary important. Take any path, see where it leads you. Just don’t stand still. No path leads to nowhere.
Lost@C
you follow down a narrow path, not knowing where it may lead. you just walk and walk and walk. it may not be a good path. it may not be a safe path. it may be the path to the end of the universe. whatever it may be, you’re on it, not giving a damn what you’ll find. but being a human, your curiousity makes you walk.
jess
I was riding my bike down a historical path where the war had taken place centuries ago. It was a peaceful place with a grand view of the ocean and the air smelled of salt.
Julie
path is the way. it is what we decide on, whether it be as children or as adults. white stairs, loose teeth, stifled in what we call the wealthy’s persecution. this is not enough. fuck what they call wheat, and production, and home. our path is our fate. coincedence. whatever they think, it’s not ours to decide. just see.
em
There is a long road and off that road is a dark and dusty path. I was scared the first time that I wandered off the road but soon realized that it was where I needed to be. It was there that I discovered myself, it was there where I discovered my love of others, it was there where it
howard
as i stumble upon the dusty road, i look and stare at a beautiful woman walking next to me. i smile, and she smiles. oh how beautiful this palate of creation. thank heaven for the gorgeous creator
Dawn
As I walk along the path I am distracted by the many things that scurry just outside my vision.
The things off the path are calling to me through my curiosity and desire for the unknown. But where will it lead. What will happen when you run from the path into the chaos of the forest.
Daniel Steinberg
The way is shut, it was made by those who are dead and the dead keep it. The way is shut.
Conrad Russo
I followed a path to Rome. An ugly path. I didn’t mean to take it. If I had to do it again, I would have gone left, right, or turned around. There’s no use looking back now. My life is what it is.
LaurenHarrell
You can choose different paths in life. But you must work to get the different paths. For example, you want to have many choices in jobs, you must do lots in school. You cant fail and get many paths to choose from. You must work and work hard for what you achieve or you’ll walk one plain path; alone.
Zaidee Swanson
as i walk down this path i wonder where it will take me.I have lost my way so many times on so many wrong paths,I hope this is the right one this time.which way does it turn? which way I am lost again somebody help me find my way
Lisa
I walk along the lonely path, giving life its due course. I wander along the walls of my mind, giving wisdom room to grow. I sigh out breath and breathe in everything, filling my lungs with what I have yet to experience. I will succeed. I will complete my path.
Caitlin
theres a path to everything around us, we choose our own paths and its destination is ssomewhat predetermined we have far more control than we think but we also are in some ways puppets to fate. but theres no escaping that my path is one that i choose to be adventurous and exciting and im excited to see where it takes me
Cameron DelGrosso
Walking through a path I found myself stumbling. What could this path be, but the path of life, for it is the only one that I could go through in a stumbling manner. It, ironically, is one of the easiest paths to maneuver.
Zac Huff
pathological. Sociopath. Pathos…
Not entirely sure if that last one is a word.
But my computer is forcing me to become all of those.
Antivirus programs are supposed to make it go FASTER.
xichlit
I walked down this dark path. It was cold and windy and there seemed to be no life here. I was scared but wasn’t tempted to go back to the main road. I was excited but not enough to be enjoying myself. I love the cold, and the darkness and the weakness.
Dionne
The path is quite simply the most important part of life. A person’s path determines who they are. It is a person’s story and chosen life. It is the collection of events and memories that make that person who they are. It is the story. The visualization.
Brittney Gullion
the path is long i whave walked it for a long time now and i continue looking around while I wait for its next turn or turnabout, circle and then straight again. I can see ahead it looks like an ending is in sight. wow how long did that take?
may
I wish i was stronger. I wish i was able to pull myself away from things that are blatantly hurting my inner being and my physical manifestation. Sometimes i wonder if i were meant for something else in life and I got stuck on the wrong path. Maybe I took a wrong turn when I was 9 or maybe when i entered college. Then I think maybe its something more perplexing that is bothering me, not this mundane idea of love and wrongful decisions. I wish there was an easy button that we could hit with such great force that it will dissolve even our past errors and clear the way to make right choices. I wish for so many things yet i do not take action. I think that is a sad paradox. I miss my mother and sister. I miss being around people who genuinely care for my well being. I miss being loved.
Mohini
Shadow and shade,
Orbs of words,
I could find it in wordsearch,
if it weren’t for the birds.
Megan
today my path is forward. I will not stop. I will not fail. TODAY I FOLLOW MY PATH EFFORTLESSLY
BRAD
Down to somewhere good. A little place to be and be calm. Branches and down for a bed with a sky to see deep underground.
RazorLobot
I walked a cracked and broken path. . . He’d heard the song when he was in high school and now he was going back. A reunion of sorts, a homecoming only this time he’d not be coming home. He’d be staying.
koe whitton williams
you take the high road,
and I’ll take the low road,
and my heart’ll break before yours does.
you have one. when you choose it, it’ becomes you. becomes your life. you have one life, one path, one destiny, unchangeable. nothing else. which one do you choose? which one will i choose? how will i know? if it’s the right one, my pace in the world? how? i don’t. but i will. i’ll see it when i come to it.
The way you go in life. Did somebody decide it for you first? Or is it something you determined for yourself? It’s a question I’ve thought about a lot. I feel like we determine the path we go about in life. Which makes me feel all the more pathetic that I don’t seem to have one. Maybe the path is just a series of decisions. I sure hope I’m making the right ones.
There was a path, you could either take it or not. There’s no telling where it leads just a road leading to nowhere and everywhere.
i can’t find it. i don’t know what it is. i hope that one day i will look back and see that i was on it the whole time. two roads diverged…. i only hope i can make a difference.
the path of my life, hmmm, my path is going no where basically, it is leading me from this hell i call life, to the hell i call adulthood, i’m fucked when you think about it, no real qualitys, so you could say my path is a path not many follow, but in a sense, not enough follow, well thats my two cents, peace n ez.
I took the path less traveled is honestly one of my least favorite poems. I dislike Frost to begin with and I just remember being taught the same poem over and over again throughout the years in school. The meaning never changed and my boredom went away. Most things in high school made me bored. This was no exception.
I took a trip to San Diego overnight. Sixteen hours of nothing but journey with a destination that could be anything. The route was laid out, but the path our hearts took us was the important aspect. Three friends, forming a friendship with nothing but the road, the path, and the memories shared in between the origin and destination.
One must follow the path set before them. If it diverges, take the one lest traveled and find a new destination. Pick a journey and take it.
i wander down it. It winds, taking me somewhere unseen. The trees, brook, birds, all are part of it. I wonder where it goes, not worrying. Merely curious. I can’t place this feeling, this homeliness. The wandering, something to do, journeying, having a goal. It makes me feel whole. I can’t get enough. Thank you path. You give me a will, a way, a way to walk and a will to walk it. I am grateful for you in all your parts.
the path less taken. the one you think about not having followed. you wonder why you didn’t take it when you came to that fork, and now you wonder how things would be different today had you gone down that path instead of the one you’re on today.
across sun bellies
through woodland art
by spine-main-streams
under stoned martyrdoms
and past century scrawled lithographs
mapped out with cider paper
and invisible ink pencils
like paint-by-number
childhood identity
found bearded
& boundless
in untook
roads.
I follow the path that I choose. I have no idea where it will lead me, but I know that it takes me to where I am going. Whether I am drawn to a light or led into a dark cavern I follow my path. My path is fate. It is everything this life has in store for me. It is slowly building to a climactic point and then before I know it I will fall again. Life is a path, simply leading to death, but with many stops along the way.
path to nowhere path to somewhere all on the path fallen off the path regained the path living the path seeking the path
The path to the narrow hall way was dark and unsure. But, he proceeded to walk forth. Unknown to what lied ahead. As the man proceeded to the endless path, he felt something grip his chest.
the path ahead is blindingly bright, unknown,and covered in leaves, slicked by the rain, into a shiny false footprint.
There are many paths in our life. We simply have to choose one to follow. So many choices, but how do we know if they all ultimately end up in the same place?
Do we have any control over where these paths lead? or is our life completely predestined with the sham of free will over top?
how will we ever know?
The path taken isn’t necessary important. Take any path, see where it leads you. Just don’t stand still. No path leads to nowhere.
you follow down a narrow path, not knowing where it may lead. you just walk and walk and walk. it may not be a good path. it may not be a safe path. it may be the path to the end of the universe. whatever it may be, you’re on it, not giving a damn what you’ll find. but being a human, your curiousity makes you walk.
I was riding my bike down a historical path where the war had taken place centuries ago. It was a peaceful place with a grand view of the ocean and the air smelled of salt.
path is the way. it is what we decide on, whether it be as children or as adults. white stairs, loose teeth, stifled in what we call the wealthy’s persecution. this is not enough. fuck what they call wheat, and production, and home. our path is our fate. coincedence. whatever they think, it’s not ours to decide. just see.
There is a long road and off that road is a dark and dusty path. I was scared the first time that I wandered off the road but soon realized that it was where I needed to be. It was there that I discovered myself, it was there where I discovered my love of others, it was there where it
as i stumble upon the dusty road, i look and stare at a beautiful woman walking next to me. i smile, and she smiles. oh how beautiful this palate of creation. thank heaven for the gorgeous creator
As I walk along the path I am distracted by the many things that scurry just outside my vision.
The things off the path are calling to me through my curiosity and desire for the unknown. But where will it lead. What will happen when you run from the path into the chaos of the forest.
The way is shut, it was made by those who are dead and the dead keep it. The way is shut.
I followed a path to Rome. An ugly path. I didn’t mean to take it. If I had to do it again, I would have gone left, right, or turned around. There’s no use looking back now. My life is what it is.
You can choose different paths in life. But you must work to get the different paths. For example, you want to have many choices in jobs, you must do lots in school. You cant fail and get many paths to choose from. You must work and work hard for what you achieve or you’ll walk one plain path; alone.
as i walk down this path i wonder where it will take me.I have lost my way so many times on so many wrong paths,I hope this is the right one this time.which way does it turn? which way I am lost again somebody help me find my way
I walk along the lonely path, giving life its due course. I wander along the walls of my mind, giving wisdom room to grow. I sigh out breath and breathe in everything, filling my lungs with what I have yet to experience. I will succeed. I will complete my path.
theres a path to everything around us, we choose our own paths and its destination is ssomewhat predetermined we have far more control than we think but we also are in some ways puppets to fate. but theres no escaping that my path is one that i choose to be adventurous and exciting and im excited to see where it takes me
Walking through a path I found myself stumbling. What could this path be, but the path of life, for it is the only one that I could go through in a stumbling manner. It, ironically, is one of the easiest paths to maneuver.
pathological. Sociopath. Pathos…
Not entirely sure if that last one is a word.
But my computer is forcing me to become all of those.
Antivirus programs are supposed to make it go FASTER.
I walked down this dark path. It was cold and windy and there seemed to be no life here. I was scared but wasn’t tempted to go back to the main road. I was excited but not enough to be enjoying myself. I love the cold, and the darkness and the weakness.
The path is quite simply the most important part of life. A person’s path determines who they are. It is a person’s story and chosen life. It is the collection of events and memories that make that person who they are. It is the story. The visualization.
the path is long i whave walked it for a long time now and i continue looking around while I wait for its next turn or turnabout, circle and then straight again. I can see ahead it looks like an ending is in sight. wow how long did that take?
I wish i was stronger. I wish i was able to pull myself away from things that are blatantly hurting my inner being and my physical manifestation. Sometimes i wonder if i were meant for something else in life and I got stuck on the wrong path. Maybe I took a wrong turn when I was 9 or maybe when i entered college. Then I think maybe its something more perplexing that is bothering me, not this mundane idea of love and wrongful decisions. I wish there was an easy button that we could hit with such great force that it will dissolve even our past errors and clear the way to make right choices. I wish for so many things yet i do not take action. I think that is a sad paradox. I miss my mother and sister. I miss being around people who genuinely care for my well being. I miss being loved.
Shadow and shade,
Orbs of words,
I could find it in wordsearch,
if it weren’t for the birds.
today my path is forward. I will not stop. I will not fail. TODAY I FOLLOW MY PATH EFFORTLESSLY
Down to somewhere good. A little place to be and be calm. Branches and down for a bed with a sky to see deep underground.
I walked a cracked and broken path. . . He’d heard the song when he was in high school and now he was going back. A reunion of sorts, a homecoming only this time he’d not be coming home. He’d be staying.
you take the high road,
and I’ll take the low road,
and my heart’ll break before yours does.