i follow the path every day. it takes me to new places, sometimes i tihnk its fucking me about caus it leads me to all sorst fo shit. but then again sometimes it leads me to great times, well i tihnk to myself fuck the path. i’m going to jump off andf go offroading and find my own way. it works, sometimes…
Ruvin Silverton
a dark path with a mysterious ending. There is a man there who is dark and weird, he is wearing full black, you are scared to go up to him. wonder what will happen? he looks murderous and evil.
Georgia Carly
it’s harder to follow now.
harder to understand.
it could be the drugs. the cold. or the lack of anything running.
nothing. nothing is running.
not here. nor there.
i’m surprised these words are even formed.
i’m surprised they’re even here.
fdot
i followed this path, not knowing where it would lead me. but i followed it anyway. and i was scared, of course. nervous, always. but i still followed it. because i believe that as long as you stay true to what you believe, and you follow your heart, you’ll never run astray.
i continued on this path. and i’m still on it.
emma Hernandez
This couldn’t be. I had thought over my decision so carefully! Could I have chosen the wrong path for my life? Maybe I was making a difference.
Cecilia
This couldn’t be. I had thought over my decision so carefully! Could I have chosen the wrong path for my life? Maybe I was making a difference.
Cecilia
I walked alone in a rocky path. No one can see me. I am invisible. The path goes on forever. I gaze upon it as I walk and never see it getting closer to an end. Off in the distance I only see the path getting narrower and narrower. I wonder if there will be any room for me to walk pretty soon.
Caitlin
The left path was dark and narrow. It terrified Laura. She turned to her right and it was a wider, brighter path. Though she knew in her heart which one was better, she chose the wide. It was filled with monsters hiding in lies, and secrets she wanted to hide, and there she would meet her demise.
Meagan
into the woods i followed the path that was only illuminated by the stars above. i wondered to myself if i knew where i was headed or if ill ever reach my destination. i knew i had to have trust in the stars and the moon and follow the path before me. one step in front of the other is all that ran through my mind.
gena graskemper
i followed the path that this site has left me, out of curiosity and as a writers tool. it’s similar to drawing 30 second sketches of nudes.
s
My path is one that has not been seen through. I am on an unknown journey into the Navy. Things seem so evil right now! I hope my thoughts change when I get to boot camp. I will findout how much it is going to hurt.
jason
I walk down the path to the beautiful garden. I see a robin and he sings his song.
Hope - age 6
not Robert Frost…not again. maybe a hansel and gretel losing my breadcrumbs path–that’s more my style. think now, regret later.
melissa
A long and lonely path stretched ahead. It was overhung and shaded, creepy in its aching emptiness. I wanted to walk along that path, to see what was there, what had been so long abandoned. But then I thought, why? If others have neglected it for so long, why should I pay it any mind?
Rachel Hyland
There are many paths one can take in life. What’s imporant is figuring out whether you’ve taken the right one or not. Myself, i don’t think i have. I don’t know how one figures that out. That’s really bad, since i just mentioned that the most important thing is thay you figure out whether you’re on the right path or not. I think this really screws me up.
Emily
one day i was walking down the path to my friends house. the path or righteousness. never choose the wrong path. always choose the right path.
molly
pathway? pathfinder. path. i think my creative and abstract thinking has run dry. now all i can think of are the anatomical pathways of neurotransmitters. damn you, school. damn.
julia
As I was walking home to take my bath
I chanced upon a lonely path
Along the lane I did descend
At an abandoned house it came to an end
I did not stay to look inside
For staring back were two red eyes
Back to my house I quickly went
Never to stray down the path again
Nathan Brown
this is a golden path laid out before me should I choose to take it? I don’t know- will it bring me to the long sought unknown journey’s end? or will it only lead to new paths?
me
path that is carved, a little line at the top of my screen is the path to this word to this wood in the firs and the little animals skipping along my dirt path
N
I’m not sure which one o take…maybe the one with the golden bricks. It seems friendly and accomodating. Maybe the one with no bricks at all, it seems fresh and undiscovered. Why is everyone just standing around? Why don’t they choose a path instead of just standing around listening to other peoples stories.
Craig Walford
PATH REPRESENT A WAY. A WAY TO GET THINGS DONE. A WAY TOWARDS SOMETHING. IT ALSO REPRESENTS THE WAY A COMPUTER MUST GO TO FIND WHAT YOU WANT IT TO LOOK FOR (LIKE A FILE, A FOLDER). PATH COULD BE CLEAR OR
PUNIT
There was a dirt path that sat in my way.
It lead to the ocean.
It lead me astray.
I didn’t know what this path was doing.
But I knew it was wrong.
Though I just kept on walking.
Walking along.
I saw all the people
just skipping in ignorance
and it was such a heartbreak
to see them at that distance.
Nicoli
create the path through trees through hope through despair
the sea will materialize as will love
the path is a labyrinth a circle a heart
sand
The path to success is not easy… Its all about hard work and dedication. Think about any successful man, you would realize that he/she achieved what he/she is today after lots of sweating and after stepping on path full of thorns.
KP
I want to walk on this path, I chose it. It may not be the way that you would have me go, but I’ll see where it takes me anyway. The grass is not always soft or green and the path sometimes disappears into the dirt, but I continue on. I wanted you to know that sometimes I feel guilty for declaring my way so differently from yours, but I can’t ask for your forgiveness. Sometimes I think I would’ve just followed in your path just to be near to you, one second closer to your skin, but that’s not the way it works. You fell away from me, and I was left for a moment a sniveling, shaking, skinny sixteen year old, alone. I fattened up, put on some muscle and began walking on my own.
I’m at a time in my life where the path has begun to fade in spots. I got pregnant, but I couldn’t keep the baby. I went through a medical abortion last night- the most painful thing I’ve ever been through, physically; equally as difficult to go through emotionally. It takes everything in me not to just stop in my tracks and sit down on the dusty path and refuse to go any farther. To get up and keep walking- this life is so full of instances to test our true independence and faith in our own lives. So often we have to pick ourselves up and walk away from someone or something that we loved so dearly, to move on seemingly alone, on hands and knees moving our hands through the grass trying to find the right path to take.
But we’ll be alright. We’ve just GOT to keep moving.
Amber Davis
The path of man is often confounded by crossing the path of cats. Cats don’t much care for the path of man unless the path leads to a can opener. Man is but a fragmentary image to cat and worth less than one would expect. Kibbles and a clean box.
Jim Walrod
the path is a place in the world, in my brain, in yours. it is in time, an arrow, a place both down and up. the direction is yours, ours, to wherever we think the light may be.
Rob Mc
oh fuck off I just HAD path as a word! what is the deal with this site? I’ll give it another try. Meanshilw this is part of another kind of path; the path that leads to places in the mind and one’s experience of the world. The repetition of an exercise if you don’t get it right the first time; according to a definition of correctness that only you can arrive at. To write fluidly and seamlessly without reproach or censorship, not to worry about the final creation; or too many semicolons, or shit like that. Just to take the path and run along it, feel the tappinf of the keys and wait for the end. The ping has sounded but I can still write… weird. But I’ll call it a day anyway.
Patrick
I took the path leading into the forest. The trees were blue and green beside me and a light began to shine from the end of the track. As I walked the air grew colder and staler, and it opened up into a clearing full of decaying corpses. Scattered among the bodiew were random items; necklaces and tins, some si
Patrick
follow,
figure out where youre going,
you can never figure it out.
time, place, where, when, how?
follow.
Brandie
paths lead places. they are routes that take us from our current situation to a new one. in some ways paths are frifghtening bvecause paths inevitably lead to the new, and in some cases unknown. the path as a metaph
Magallan
the road not taken
rough and travel
for each their own
sexism
what’s the point
is it the journey or the destination
both or neither
can we ever know
I’m done
impressive
absconditus
There is nobody else who can remind me about my path because the world is cruel.
Umi
I followed it long and hard, through the forests of darkness and light. It was a strange and wonderful land, full of depth and surprise. My time spent wandering this path is perhaps the most profound of my life. The journey never ended it always began. If only I had taken that extra step.
Brett Martinez
path is way that leads to many road its depends on each individuals what path they wish to select in their lives..the path to good or path..the path to wrong or right..the path to stumble n stop or the path to get up n move on
Emma
one path leading me to the unknown. a place where no one knows, but a place you’re dying to go…I have to say that I have no idea where the path of this sentence is leading me either…
Chad
I wish I had one to follow, a path leading me somewhere. I am looking out onto my future and there is nothing I see. Everything is blank, open, yielding. I can do whatever I want. I should embrace the freedom, instead I fear the lack of direction. What I would do to know what to do… I envy those that do.
Rachael
it’s long and it’s dark. there are leaves all over it and flowers are exploding along both sides. Trees loom overhead, and a giggling blue sky with vibrant swirling clouds. Alone and excited, rushing around with joy and fantasy rolled in a ball of awesome!
Phebe
“i can teleport,” i told them.
it’s really the only way to explain how i am covering so much ground in so many different areas… seemingly simultaniously.
one of my bosses actually called me bohemian yesterday – without any tongue in cheek action at all. genuine.
… it may have been the best compliment of my life.
i follow the path every day. it takes me to new places, sometimes i tihnk its fucking me about caus it leads me to all sorst fo shit. but then again sometimes it leads me to great times, well i tihnk to myself fuck the path. i’m going to jump off andf go offroading and find my own way. it works, sometimes…
a dark path with a mysterious ending. There is a man there who is dark and weird, he is wearing full black, you are scared to go up to him. wonder what will happen? he looks murderous and evil.
it’s harder to follow now.
harder to understand.
it could be the drugs. the cold. or the lack of anything running.
nothing. nothing is running.
not here. nor there.
i’m surprised these words are even formed.
i’m surprised they’re even here.
i followed this path, not knowing where it would lead me. but i followed it anyway. and i was scared, of course. nervous, always. but i still followed it. because i believe that as long as you stay true to what you believe, and you follow your heart, you’ll never run astray.
i continued on this path. and i’m still on it.
This couldn’t be. I had thought over my decision so carefully! Could I have chosen the wrong path for my life? Maybe I was making a difference.
This couldn’t be. I had thought over my decision so carefully! Could I have chosen the wrong path for my life? Maybe I was making a difference.
I walked alone in a rocky path. No one can see me. I am invisible. The path goes on forever. I gaze upon it as I walk and never see it getting closer to an end. Off in the distance I only see the path getting narrower and narrower. I wonder if there will be any room for me to walk pretty soon.
The left path was dark and narrow. It terrified Laura. She turned to her right and it was a wider, brighter path. Though she knew in her heart which one was better, she chose the wide. It was filled with monsters hiding in lies, and secrets she wanted to hide, and there she would meet her demise.
into the woods i followed the path that was only illuminated by the stars above. i wondered to myself if i knew where i was headed or if ill ever reach my destination. i knew i had to have trust in the stars and the moon and follow the path before me. one step in front of the other is all that ran through my mind.
i followed the path that this site has left me, out of curiosity and as a writers tool. it’s similar to drawing 30 second sketches of nudes.
My path is one that has not been seen through. I am on an unknown journey into the Navy. Things seem so evil right now! I hope my thoughts change when I get to boot camp. I will findout how much it is going to hurt.
I walk down the path to the beautiful garden. I see a robin and he sings his song.
not Robert Frost…not again. maybe a hansel and gretel losing my breadcrumbs path–that’s more my style. think now, regret later.
A long and lonely path stretched ahead. It was overhung and shaded, creepy in its aching emptiness. I wanted to walk along that path, to see what was there, what had been so long abandoned. But then I thought, why? If others have neglected it for so long, why should I pay it any mind?
There are many paths one can take in life. What’s imporant is figuring out whether you’ve taken the right one or not. Myself, i don’t think i have. I don’t know how one figures that out. That’s really bad, since i just mentioned that the most important thing is thay you figure out whether you’re on the right path or not. I think this really screws me up.
one day i was walking down the path to my friends house. the path or righteousness. never choose the wrong path. always choose the right path.
pathway? pathfinder. path. i think my creative and abstract thinking has run dry. now all i can think of are the anatomical pathways of neurotransmitters. damn you, school. damn.
As I was walking home to take my bath
I chanced upon a lonely path
Along the lane I did descend
At an abandoned house it came to an end
I did not stay to look inside
For staring back were two red eyes
Back to my house I quickly went
Never to stray down the path again
this is a golden path laid out before me should I choose to take it? I don’t know- will it bring me to the long sought unknown journey’s end? or will it only lead to new paths?
path that is carved, a little line at the top of my screen is the path to this word to this wood in the firs and the little animals skipping along my dirt path
I’m not sure which one o take…maybe the one with the golden bricks. It seems friendly and accomodating. Maybe the one with no bricks at all, it seems fresh and undiscovered. Why is everyone just standing around? Why don’t they choose a path instead of just standing around listening to other peoples stories.
PATH REPRESENT A WAY. A WAY TO GET THINGS DONE. A WAY TOWARDS SOMETHING. IT ALSO REPRESENTS THE WAY A COMPUTER MUST GO TO FIND WHAT YOU WANT IT TO LOOK FOR (LIKE A FILE, A FOLDER). PATH COULD BE CLEAR OR
There was a dirt path that sat in my way.
It lead to the ocean.
It lead me astray.
I didn’t know what this path was doing.
But I knew it was wrong.
Though I just kept on walking.
Walking along.
I saw all the people
just skipping in ignorance
and it was such a heartbreak
to see them at that distance.
create the path through trees through hope through despair
the sea will materialize as will love
the path is a labyrinth a circle a heart
The path to success is not easy… Its all about hard work and dedication. Think about any successful man, you would realize that he/she achieved what he/she is today after lots of sweating and after stepping on path full of thorns.
I want to walk on this path, I chose it. It may not be the way that you would have me go, but I’ll see where it takes me anyway. The grass is not always soft or green and the path sometimes disappears into the dirt, but I continue on. I wanted you to know that sometimes I feel guilty for declaring my way so differently from yours, but I can’t ask for your forgiveness. Sometimes I think I would’ve just followed in your path just to be near to you, one second closer to your skin, but that’s not the way it works. You fell away from me, and I was left for a moment a sniveling, shaking, skinny sixteen year old, alone. I fattened up, put on some muscle and began walking on my own.
I’m at a time in my life where the path has begun to fade in spots. I got pregnant, but I couldn’t keep the baby. I went through a medical abortion last night- the most painful thing I’ve ever been through, physically; equally as difficult to go through emotionally. It takes everything in me not to just stop in my tracks and sit down on the dusty path and refuse to go any farther. To get up and keep walking- this life is so full of instances to test our true independence and faith in our own lives. So often we have to pick ourselves up and walk away from someone or something that we loved so dearly, to move on seemingly alone, on hands and knees moving our hands through the grass trying to find the right path to take.
But we’ll be alright. We’ve just GOT to keep moving.
The path of man is often confounded by crossing the path of cats. Cats don’t much care for the path of man unless the path leads to a can opener. Man is but a fragmentary image to cat and worth less than one would expect. Kibbles and a clean box.
the path is a place in the world, in my brain, in yours. it is in time, an arrow, a place both down and up. the direction is yours, ours, to wherever we think the light may be.
oh fuck off I just HAD path as a word! what is the deal with this site? I’ll give it another try. Meanshilw this is part of another kind of path; the path that leads to places in the mind and one’s experience of the world. The repetition of an exercise if you don’t get it right the first time; according to a definition of correctness that only you can arrive at. To write fluidly and seamlessly without reproach or censorship, not to worry about the final creation; or too many semicolons, or shit like that. Just to take the path and run along it, feel the tappinf of the keys and wait for the end. The ping has sounded but I can still write… weird. But I’ll call it a day anyway.
I took the path leading into the forest. The trees were blue and green beside me and a light began to shine from the end of the track. As I walked the air grew colder and staler, and it opened up into a clearing full of decaying corpses. Scattered among the bodiew were random items; necklaces and tins, some si
follow,
figure out where youre going,
you can never figure it out.
time, place, where, when, how?
follow.
paths lead places. they are routes that take us from our current situation to a new one. in some ways paths are frifghtening bvecause paths inevitably lead to the new, and in some cases unknown. the path as a metaph
the road not taken
rough and travel
for each their own
sexism
what’s the point
is it the journey or the destination
both or neither
can we ever know
I’m done
impressive
There is nobody else who can remind me about my path because the world is cruel.
I followed it long and hard, through the forests of darkness and light. It was a strange and wonderful land, full of depth and surprise. My time spent wandering this path is perhaps the most profound of my life. The journey never ended it always began. If only I had taken that extra step.
path is way that leads to many road its depends on each individuals what path they wish to select in their lives..the path to good or path..the path to wrong or right..the path to stumble n stop or the path to get up n move on
one path leading me to the unknown. a place where no one knows, but a place you’re dying to go…I have to say that I have no idea where the path of this sentence is leading me either…
I wish I had one to follow, a path leading me somewhere. I am looking out onto my future and there is nothing I see. Everything is blank, open, yielding. I can do whatever I want. I should embrace the freedom, instead I fear the lack of direction. What I would do to know what to do… I envy those that do.
it’s long and it’s dark. there are leaves all over it and flowers are exploding along both sides. Trees loom overhead, and a giggling blue sky with vibrant swirling clouds. Alone and excited, rushing around with joy and fantasy rolled in a ball of awesome!
“i can teleport,” i told them.
it’s really the only way to explain how i am covering so much ground in so many different areas… seemingly simultaniously.
one of my bosses actually called me bohemian yesterday – without any tongue in cheek action at all. genuine.
… it may have been the best compliment of my life.