she took the path that she wanted, like all of us. We say we dont want it, but we dont really mean it because deep down we’re all self loathing little children that dont know or dont acknowledge what is best for them. There are insecurities, untruths, little habits that make us so vulnerable but yet are so imperceptible. And its all what we want. What we choose.
Gin
long narrow winding
new untouched
the way things will go
down this turn winding
and winding
forever
Dylan Loft
dónde está mi hija?
la extraño
no puedo dejar de oirla y verla
la amo
no puedo dejar de
pensar en ella
Eduardo
Why cant i write about something other than a path? ah!
Loa
the path to the door will lead you in to excatcy. take the wrong door though and your fucked, seeing as how forgot to mention how there is more then one door. im slow. im running out of time to type. goodbye path to excatcy. i guess. yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hahaha last sentance.
tyler brown
I walked the path. It gave me a peacefulness that I havent felt in a long time. for once I felt at one.
Loa
The path left me breathless there was a surrealness to it that i couldnt take my eyes off of.
Loa
one day I was walking and saw this hidden path through the trees. It suprised me and piqued my curiosity so I decided to investigate. As I walked down the path I noticed the rarest looking flowers that I had ever seen. They were green and orange with pink leaves.
maria
the path of life and losses the crossed path anger or mystery, Star path of marble or gold the poor path of coal and pathed in misery not gold, the pathetic path of my fears and my beautiful path of choices
tracy howe
walking leading journey adventure stone cold unknown
johanna dove
A short walk way normally comprised of rock, or small stones. A path or “cobble stone” path is normally considered a great deal of fun and full of merry ment. The are always happy to have ppl walk on them and make merry times with their women. There is a wonderous place in the hears of pathes that is only found by the one.
phil
many paths in life we take,
some good and some bad
choose the wrong path and you could be in big trouble,
but you take the right path and it could lead you to very good,
all in all a path is just a path
that can lead you from good to bad
or from bad to good
it all depends on the path you take
to life your life off of the path
Tiffany LeVan
to where?
Hunter
a way to get from a to b
a path in the woods
something to follow to higher understanding of things in general
shining path guerrillas of central america
that’s about it!
Marc
I took a new and untried path, no that’s not how the poem goes. When I was young, my dad dubbed me pathfinder on out hiking trips, and I was so proud of it. I like my dad. Didn’t like walking, though
K
the path leads nowhere. i do not know my path, just that i am stuck in a fork. find your way down the path.
m
we all travel down different paths. some of our paths differ greatly from others. the paths that we choose rely on our past experience and refrence of mind. we only have so long to choose path befor the path become very defined and th
ken
P – positive
A – actions
T – to
H – happiness
Rosalia
I went down the path in the forest. To the left and right were longleaf pine trees dripping with Spanish moss. The path was a two lane road carpeted with long pine needles. Sun shone in dappled pools onto the sandy ground.
After a while, I reached an opening washed with sunlight. Birds flitted back and forth within the overhanging branches. A balmy breeze whispered through the trees, and the needles shone with reflected sunlight.
mecar
one of the pieces of me. the right way thar we never find
doni vieira
The winding path led me to the darkest path I have evern been on in my life, It was cold and dreary, i wouldnt breath or think all I could do was hold my chest in the simple hope that I will remain alive, how could this happen? how could he led me here? how could he hid me here? How can I survive?
Elisabeth
the truth of you
where you are supposed to go
the murky clouded confussion
that never seems to be sign posted
the way home
the long and winding way to your door
lyn new
The path leads nowhere, the path leads back to my memories of what I wanted to be, to do, to have happen with my plans, the path any path is only what we make turn out to be.
rhbee
The paths are infinite and they all culminate into one path, for one and for all. We walk different ways, but we walk one path – Life. It’s infinite, yet finite, life and death.
Kamal
Get lost, thank you :)
t
there are lots of paths in the world, some are made of concrete some have leaves on them specially in the autumn when the leaves fall off the tree. i like to walk along the path near where i work. it has trees at the side, and it feels nice when the wind blows through them. the yellow brick road was a path i really liked it. it went to the emerald city. maybe my life will take me to the emerald city if i walk along the yellow brick road. but i would like it to have trees at the side. not stupid scarecrows and tin men.
chloe
The path to true happiness does not lie deep in the forest, or along a beach. We seek it here, we seek it there, that damned elusive happiness. But you can really only find it in your own heart, by exhausting all desire, all emotion. Therein is true happiness.
Bwanadoc
it’s a way of going. a way of going somewhere in life. some place you want to be, following your destiny. or it’s a small path in a wood,with a lovery view in front of you. or, the path to knowledge.
cricricri
I stood in the forest, silent green giants surrounding me. Even as I took my first steps along the path, the sounds of my footsteps were swallowed by the green carpet beneath me. It was a feeling of great, majestic calm, the peace of the aging giants infusing me to my very core.
Adam
it might lead to nowhere; or it could lead to the exact place you’ve been searching for your entire life. it’s shaded by the over-hangings of trees, reaching across to one another as though to try and get in touch, like long lost friends who only just realized they were right next to each other the entire time. there are leopard spots on the ground, providing the perfect bit of camouflage, in case you need some time to hide. what are you waiting for? go!
May
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail
…?
as if blazing trails was easy enough that simply by resolving to we can.
but that’s the beauty of resolve: it often works that way
jump the tracks.
molly
the path was green. I fell.
The End.
Emily
The path was surrounded by lush, verdant greenery. An overhang of soft, lavender buds obscured the view just past normal vision. The path looked idyllic, but hid something far more sinister.
Lauren
i selected my path as an engineer.i had many paths to select when i passed my 10+2.but i selected as this one because i thought it would bring a bright future.generally my other friends selected their path as doctor,but i was the only one to select this path.
Viratsinh
there is a path between good and evil, thin is the path that leads to salvation, tnahkyou
stefano4jc
I peed on the path with my penis AND my pussy because I am a hermaphrodite!
Sally Ann
The path that lead to you was long and winding. It lead to nowhere, eventually, but trudging on had made me realize that the journey – and not just the destination – in itself is something worth keeping in memory.
d
path to life path
pathos pathetic
words with or without meaning?
needing
luisa
follow it
jesse
No one knew where the road went, for no one who ventured down in ever returned. Thus, the path was banned and blocked. However, little did they know that beyond the blockade was a land of good and plenty, and due to their ignorance, they never experienced the wonders that were available to them.
she took the path that she wanted, like all of us. We say we dont want it, but we dont really mean it because deep down we’re all self loathing little children that dont know or dont acknowledge what is best for them. There are insecurities, untruths, little habits that make us so vulnerable but yet are so imperceptible. And its all what we want. What we choose.
long narrow winding
new untouched
the way things will go
down this turn winding
and winding
forever
dónde está mi hija?
la extraño
no puedo dejar de oirla y verla
la amo
no puedo dejar de
pensar en ella
Why cant i write about something other than a path? ah!
the path to the door will lead you in to excatcy. take the wrong door though and your fucked, seeing as how forgot to mention how there is more then one door. im slow. im running out of time to type. goodbye path to excatcy. i guess. yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hahaha last sentance.
I walked the path. It gave me a peacefulness that I havent felt in a long time. for once I felt at one.
The path left me breathless there was a surrealness to it that i couldnt take my eyes off of.
one day I was walking and saw this hidden path through the trees. It suprised me and piqued my curiosity so I decided to investigate. As I walked down the path I noticed the rarest looking flowers that I had ever seen. They were green and orange with pink leaves.
the path of life and losses the crossed path anger or mystery, Star path of marble or gold the poor path of coal and pathed in misery not gold, the pathetic path of my fears and my beautiful path of choices
walking leading journey adventure stone cold unknown
A short walk way normally comprised of rock, or small stones. A path or “cobble stone” path is normally considered a great deal of fun and full of merry ment. The are always happy to have ppl walk on them and make merry times with their women. There is a wonderous place in the hears of pathes that is only found by the one.
many paths in life we take,
some good and some bad
choose the wrong path and you could be in big trouble,
but you take the right path and it could lead you to very good,
all in all a path is just a path
that can lead you from good to bad
or from bad to good
it all depends on the path you take
to life your life off of the path
to where?
a way to get from a to b
a path in the woods
something to follow to higher understanding of things in general
shining path guerrillas of central america
that’s about it!
I took a new and untried path, no that’s not how the poem goes. When I was young, my dad dubbed me pathfinder on out hiking trips, and I was so proud of it. I like my dad. Didn’t like walking, though
the path leads nowhere. i do not know my path, just that i am stuck in a fork. find your way down the path.
we all travel down different paths. some of our paths differ greatly from others. the paths that we choose rely on our past experience and refrence of mind. we only have so long to choose path befor the path become very defined and th
P – positive
A – actions
T – to
H – happiness
I went down the path in the forest. To the left and right were longleaf pine trees dripping with Spanish moss. The path was a two lane road carpeted with long pine needles. Sun shone in dappled pools onto the sandy ground.
After a while, I reached an opening washed with sunlight. Birds flitted back and forth within the overhanging branches. A balmy breeze whispered through the trees, and the needles shone with reflected sunlight.
one of the pieces of me. the right way thar we never find
The winding path led me to the darkest path I have evern been on in my life, It was cold and dreary, i wouldnt breath or think all I could do was hold my chest in the simple hope that I will remain alive, how could this happen? how could he led me here? how could he hid me here? How can I survive?
the truth of you
where you are supposed to go
the murky clouded confussion
that never seems to be sign posted
the way home
the long and winding way to your door
The path leads nowhere, the path leads back to my memories of what I wanted to be, to do, to have happen with my plans, the path any path is only what we make turn out to be.
The paths are infinite and they all culminate into one path, for one and for all. We walk different ways, but we walk one path – Life. It’s infinite, yet finite, life and death.
Get lost, thank you :)
there are lots of paths in the world, some are made of concrete some have leaves on them specially in the autumn when the leaves fall off the tree. i like to walk along the path near where i work. it has trees at the side, and it feels nice when the wind blows through them. the yellow brick road was a path i really liked it. it went to the emerald city. maybe my life will take me to the emerald city if i walk along the yellow brick road. but i would like it to have trees at the side. not stupid scarecrows and tin men.
The path to true happiness does not lie deep in the forest, or along a beach. We seek it here, we seek it there, that damned elusive happiness. But you can really only find it in your own heart, by exhausting all desire, all emotion. Therein is true happiness.
it’s a way of going. a way of going somewhere in life. some place you want to be, following your destiny. or it’s a small path in a wood,with a lovery view in front of you. or, the path to knowledge.
I stood in the forest, silent green giants surrounding me. Even as I took my first steps along the path, the sounds of my footsteps were swallowed by the green carpet beneath me. It was a feeling of great, majestic calm, the peace of the aging giants infusing me to my very core.
it might lead to nowhere; or it could lead to the exact place you’ve been searching for your entire life. it’s shaded by the over-hangings of trees, reaching across to one another as though to try and get in touch, like long lost friends who only just realized they were right next to each other the entire time. there are leopard spots on the ground, providing the perfect bit of camouflage, in case you need some time to hide. what are you waiting for? go!
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail
…?
as if blazing trails was easy enough that simply by resolving to we can.
but that’s the beauty of resolve: it often works that way
jump the tracks.
the path was green. I fell.
The End.
The path was surrounded by lush, verdant greenery. An overhang of soft, lavender buds obscured the view just past normal vision. The path looked idyllic, but hid something far more sinister.
i selected my path as an engineer.i had many paths to select when i passed my 10+2.but i selected as this one because i thought it would bring a bright future.generally my other friends selected their path as doctor,but i was the only one to select this path.
there is a path between good and evil, thin is the path that leads to salvation, tnahkyou
I peed on the path with my penis AND my pussy because I am a hermaphrodite!
The path that lead to you was long and winding. It lead to nowhere, eventually, but trudging on had made me realize that the journey – and not just the destination – in itself is something worth keeping in memory.
path to life path
pathos pathetic
words with or without meaning?
needing
follow it
No one knew where the road went, for no one who ventured down in ever returned. Thus, the path was banned and blocked. However, little did they know that beyond the blockade was a land of good and plenty, and due to their ignorance, they never experienced the wonders that were available to them.