“the path you take declares your fate.” I wrote a poem about following God. Oh, how I changed since then. I still question if I am taking the right way. Nothing seems to work out the way I want it to. But it’s not my way that I should be following…
Silverluna
The path was in front of her. Just a thin, dirt path between long rows of trees. But it meant so much. At the end of the path was who she had been searching for. It was who she has longed for. For hours, days, months. She could not be sure. She just knew, that this was the path of her destiny, and her love lay at the end.
Laura
the path is longer than the other path. this path is a little more difficult, and in fact looks up hill and with a steep drop on one side. also I can’t see round the corner. I know I will end up going down it though. not sure why.
mat
i go down the path to grandma’s house. it is beautiful, flowers, grass, just like a story book. I love the scent as this country path winds down like a snake. i wish i could just stay there forever, ever, and ever……
Vic
walkeddown this old and twisting path there was a bright sparrow hopping alongside, with a feather in its beak. hullo says i hullos says the sparrow, and drops its feather. oh! says I yuve dropped your feather. no matter says the sparrow, i was taking it to the bin at the end of the path. can i have it? says i. hmmm. says the sparrow. all right, but i hope you dispose of it properly. i kept it in my pocket and continued to walk down the path
neil
i slowly walked down the narrow, untouched path. all i could hear was the crunch of the fall leaves under my feet, and the birds singing overhead. It was pure peace. suddenly all went quite. it took me a moment to realize just what happened.
Monika
the one of least resistance — my greatest regret is the tendency i have for you… i have lost so many opportunitys by going with the flow
christine
i walked down the wrong path of life a long time ago and found that the difficulties that one has to face on a day to day basis is mind blowing. Everybody has a path to follow-even choices on the paths they choose
Sharon Healy
there is somewhere to go from there. there are places to go. the path is the way to go. but what about the area around the path, like when a painted tells you to draw the area around the vase when you can’t draw the actual vase. speak for me, we see the same signs, do you know how to read between lines? the word path reminds me of JRR Tolkien, except he prefers the word road so I guess that isn’t completely making sense. This sentence doesnt make sense. I wish i had some sort of path I wish I had any idea what I want to do or what I need to do, or what I’m supposed too do. I guess it would defeat the purpose of life, it would be a lot less fun. I wish Aaron wasn’t leaving, I can see that our paths only intersect for a short period of time because he’s leaving for cali or cinci or wherever it is that he decides to go.
El
it’s hard to recognise the path. but i hope that soon i will see it
andythrobber
A path leads someone to a destination or a location physically or psychologically. Mentally, a path may be a way to reach a life-goal. Much like following a foot path walking forward to wherever it leads. Some paths are free-flowing, with no clear destination in mind when a person starts on the journey. Others are purposeful, with the bucket of gold at the end of the path. Gee, this seems like a l-o-n-g minute that they’re giving me to write. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I am done.
Katt22206
this is a lame word. I wanted something really contrived like BOOKS or i donno something else really awesome. Path is a stupid word. OHHH LOOK at me I’m on a path. This is pretty boring.
NATHAN BLANCHARD
i found my path the other day after i got lost in the woods but the path i found was not the one i intended to follow. not the path i would have selected its all covered in undergrowth
Chris
the path lays out ahead……….and behind. can we only go forward and not consider what went before. is the way on the path always the step you are taking ? or all the steps that have led up to the one you are taking now…..
be open for the path…………or the many paths that you may take………
be strong……..
alan
i like paths they go around the forest to magical places where you can smoke draws and be happy! When I was tree planting you had to walk on lots of paths. Paths are also very theological. People take different paths in their life which all lead different awesome places!I like the path I’m on
Tom
I walked along the path down the ravine at my earth-berm house as a child, swatting away at the branches to find a sink hole. It never got bigger but I was always afraid it would one day swallow me whole.
bobby
I carry your weight on my path and the fact that I control you brings a joyous smile to my face. No matter what you do or where you go I am constantly with you, like a childhood melody that is stuck in your head and no matter what you do I will always be in contact with you. I am part of everyone, but i speak entirely to you. I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. It really is your choice. I push you to use me the best you can and make something of yourself. I have only one purpose. I have a past that cannot be moved no matter how hard you try. I have a future that I have no idea whre it leads, but you may have a clue. You dont want me to be your enemy because in the end you will lose, but you also have control over me I cannot exist without you. My span may reach elsewhere but this part of me is with you. When you cease to exist I cease to exist.
Steve G
i walked the path less taken, not because of some magical deep philosophy, but in general I like to walk alone. My thoughts come to me better that way
mike
working toward a dream is the path you take.
emily
the long and winding path through the cornfield was littered with the stubble of last years crop. Running ahead, I stpped carefullly around the muddy stems.
ethan
he walked down the path to an opening in the woods and knew his life would never be the same.
Jenny
the path wound endlessly through the forest. It seemed it would never end. Always turning. Sometimes it would even turn back, seemingly headed in the direction it had started. But he couldn’t know that was where it was headed. He had turned so many different ways on the path that he didn’t know where he was anymore. And following it back only seemed futil.
Shea
i like taking long paths, especially in the autumn when its a bit chilly and i’m wearing a thick cozy sweater. leaves are so nice this time of year. sharing paths makes them much shorter than if you were alone.
nikita
There was a path on the way home from school. I used it to walk on. I shared it with leaves and empty packets of crisps and Laura from across the road. I was waling alone but everything was making noise so it didn’t really feel that way. I suppose I was walking with everything. And Laura.
Dee
Paths are ways that people get from one place to another, but often simply following a path is not enough, you want to wander, you want to go other places. You don’t want to stay on the path. Some people view paths as a means to an end, others view them as an end in themselves. After all a path is not about the quickest way to get to your destination, a path is about the journey.
Bill
what is a path? who’s path do you follow? how many paths do you take to find the right one or are you always on the same path at any given time? what path will you lead? who determines where a path ends and where a path begins? tell me about your path. I want to know every turn every object in the way.
bree
While walking down th path there was a furry form tucked betweeen some shrubs. I felt like I wanted to investigate, but also felt danger. Like rabies or herpes or some sort of deep scratch was awaiting me if I went over there. So I kind of sidestepped
Paul Moore
Everyone follows their own path, or do they? The question keeps coming back to me.
How can one be sure that path he has taken is not actually just a footprint of someone else that struggled with same problems, situations and worries that we believe are so unique and refer only to us.
jijang
she walked down the path before turning to see the sun set one last time. she knew that the world would be a beautiful place for her daughters to grow up in. But she also knew this would be her last time on this earth, her last time watching the sun rise.
Emily
ive traveled a long and exhilarating path that I think will only get more and more curoius as I live on..there hasnt been a day that has gone by that I regret, as everything and everyone and every choice I make is something that becomes a part of me, it is me, my mistakes, my triumphs, my loves, my friends, they all become one life for me to live.
alex
I followed a path down a filthy road. I wished I had carried my broom. But never the less I had dealt with worse before then this and I could make the trek to my loves den in one piece. I found that the path had grown smaller in the years.
Christine
Path again! Do I not get another option?
Uh….well I still feel the same about Paths as yesterday. I’m currently listening to “One” by Aimee Mann.
Occono
she looked around not knowing what to do.
Should she take the path less travelled?
It’s what her English teacher had once said “we should take the path less travelled or we’ll never know what we missed”
“Is this true?” she thought to herself.
chaz
A path is a place where people take direction from an unknown source. it is not questioned or can it be answered. It is just followed to our destination.
Tim
as i walk in the path, i ask myself did i leave a mark of what i did in the past that could have affected anyone somehow?
ice
when i think about a path, i think about the many paths there are in life. I think about the path leading done to the hobe sound beach. the path leading through campus. i think of the many path’s i’ve never taken. i think about some of the paths that lead my to the best things in life.
nicole
walking along that path,
same path,
I whistle that tune,
same tune
of a far-off-distant memory,
a vauge dream fading,
fading,
day by day.
My eyes sparkle in the bright sunlight,
a drop of a golden ray of sunlight falling onto my cheek to shimmer there.
another falls opposite it,
as the sun ducks behind a cloud,
and the sky fills with dark, angsty, shapeless blobs
I turn my face heavan-ward,
I get soaked,
like the day my heart broke,
and as my dream turns into a nightmare
mckayla
The path stretches out before me. Thoughts of those whose feet beat the path come to me. I feel at one with them. A path can only be made with many feet over many years. A path is a reflection of the Human experience, many people going a cretin way until that way is marked clear for others.
Eric
IT was long and narrow, no way of knowing just where it went. IT had lost it’s meaning long ago as men who were nothing but wraiths and ghost now strode the long, dark, winding road that I now stood upon. The history of people who had once been and were never known stood before me. I felt like a phantom among the halls of a great old library. Who am I and what do I have to offer.
Korbin Voss
I took the path on the left and kept walking straight on. It was a nice summer day.
“the path you take declares your fate.” I wrote a poem about following God. Oh, how I changed since then. I still question if I am taking the right way. Nothing seems to work out the way I want it to. But it’s not my way that I should be following…
The path was in front of her. Just a thin, dirt path between long rows of trees. But it meant so much. At the end of the path was who she had been searching for. It was who she has longed for. For hours, days, months. She could not be sure. She just knew, that this was the path of her destiny, and her love lay at the end.
the path is longer than the other path. this path is a little more difficult, and in fact looks up hill and with a steep drop on one side. also I can’t see round the corner. I know I will end up going down it though. not sure why.
i go down the path to grandma’s house. it is beautiful, flowers, grass, just like a story book. I love the scent as this country path winds down like a snake. i wish i could just stay there forever, ever, and ever……
walkeddown this old and twisting path there was a bright sparrow hopping alongside, with a feather in its beak. hullo says i hullos says the sparrow, and drops its feather. oh! says I yuve dropped your feather. no matter says the sparrow, i was taking it to the bin at the end of the path. can i have it? says i. hmmm. says the sparrow. all right, but i hope you dispose of it properly. i kept it in my pocket and continued to walk down the path
i slowly walked down the narrow, untouched path. all i could hear was the crunch of the fall leaves under my feet, and the birds singing overhead. It was pure peace. suddenly all went quite. it took me a moment to realize just what happened.
the one of least resistance — my greatest regret is the tendency i have for you… i have lost so many opportunitys by going with the flow
i walked down the wrong path of life a long time ago and found that the difficulties that one has to face on a day to day basis is mind blowing. Everybody has a path to follow-even choices on the paths they choose
there is somewhere to go from there. there are places to go. the path is the way to go. but what about the area around the path, like when a painted tells you to draw the area around the vase when you can’t draw the actual vase. speak for me, we see the same signs, do you know how to read between lines? the word path reminds me of JRR Tolkien, except he prefers the word road so I guess that isn’t completely making sense. This sentence doesnt make sense. I wish i had some sort of path I wish I had any idea what I want to do or what I need to do, or what I’m supposed too do. I guess it would defeat the purpose of life, it would be a lot less fun. I wish Aaron wasn’t leaving, I can see that our paths only intersect for a short period of time because he’s leaving for cali or cinci or wherever it is that he decides to go.
it’s hard to recognise the path. but i hope that soon i will see it
A path leads someone to a destination or a location physically or psychologically. Mentally, a path may be a way to reach a life-goal. Much like following a foot path walking forward to wherever it leads. Some paths are free-flowing, with no clear destination in mind when a person starts on the journey. Others are purposeful, with the bucket of gold at the end of the path. Gee, this seems like a l-o-n-g minute that they’re giving me to write. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I am done.
this is a lame word. I wanted something really contrived like BOOKS or i donno something else really awesome. Path is a stupid word. OHHH LOOK at me I’m on a path. This is pretty boring.
i found my path the other day after i got lost in the woods but the path i found was not the one i intended to follow. not the path i would have selected its all covered in undergrowth
the path lays out ahead……….and behind. can we only go forward and not consider what went before. is the way on the path always the step you are taking ? or all the steps that have led up to the one you are taking now…..
be open for the path…………or the many paths that you may take………
be strong……..
i like paths they go around the forest to magical places where you can smoke draws and be happy! When I was tree planting you had to walk on lots of paths. Paths are also very theological. People take different paths in their life which all lead different awesome places!I like the path I’m on
I walked along the path down the ravine at my earth-berm house as a child, swatting away at the branches to find a sink hole. It never got bigger but I was always afraid it would one day swallow me whole.
I carry your weight on my path and the fact that I control you brings a joyous smile to my face. No matter what you do or where you go I am constantly with you, like a childhood melody that is stuck in your head and no matter what you do I will always be in contact with you. I am part of everyone, but i speak entirely to you. I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. It really is your choice. I push you to use me the best you can and make something of yourself. I have only one purpose. I have a past that cannot be moved no matter how hard you try. I have a future that I have no idea whre it leads, but you may have a clue. You dont want me to be your enemy because in the end you will lose, but you also have control over me I cannot exist without you. My span may reach elsewhere but this part of me is with you. When you cease to exist I cease to exist.
i walked the path less taken, not because of some magical deep philosophy, but in general I like to walk alone. My thoughts come to me better that way
working toward a dream is the path you take.
the long and winding path through the cornfield was littered with the stubble of last years crop. Running ahead, I stpped carefullly around the muddy stems.
he walked down the path to an opening in the woods and knew his life would never be the same.
the path wound endlessly through the forest. It seemed it would never end. Always turning. Sometimes it would even turn back, seemingly headed in the direction it had started. But he couldn’t know that was where it was headed. He had turned so many different ways on the path that he didn’t know where he was anymore. And following it back only seemed futil.
i like taking long paths, especially in the autumn when its a bit chilly and i’m wearing a thick cozy sweater. leaves are so nice this time of year. sharing paths makes them much shorter than if you were alone.
There was a path on the way home from school. I used it to walk on. I shared it with leaves and empty packets of crisps and Laura from across the road. I was waling alone but everything was making noise so it didn’t really feel that way. I suppose I was walking with everything. And Laura.
Paths are ways that people get from one place to another, but often simply following a path is not enough, you want to wander, you want to go other places. You don’t want to stay on the path. Some people view paths as a means to an end, others view them as an end in themselves. After all a path is not about the quickest way to get to your destination, a path is about the journey.
what is a path? who’s path do you follow? how many paths do you take to find the right one or are you always on the same path at any given time? what path will you lead? who determines where a path ends and where a path begins? tell me about your path. I want to know every turn every object in the way.
While walking down th path there was a furry form tucked betweeen some shrubs. I felt like I wanted to investigate, but also felt danger. Like rabies or herpes or some sort of deep scratch was awaiting me if I went over there. So I kind of sidestepped
Everyone follows their own path, or do they? The question keeps coming back to me.
How can one be sure that path he has taken is not actually just a footprint of someone else that struggled with same problems, situations and worries that we believe are so unique and refer only to us.
she walked down the path before turning to see the sun set one last time. she knew that the world would be a beautiful place for her daughters to grow up in. But she also knew this would be her last time on this earth, her last time watching the sun rise.
ive traveled a long and exhilarating path that I think will only get more and more curoius as I live on..there hasnt been a day that has gone by that I regret, as everything and everyone and every choice I make is something that becomes a part of me, it is me, my mistakes, my triumphs, my loves, my friends, they all become one life for me to live.
I followed a path down a filthy road. I wished I had carried my broom. But never the less I had dealt with worse before then this and I could make the trek to my loves den in one piece. I found that the path had grown smaller in the years.
Path again! Do I not get another option?
Uh….well I still feel the same about Paths as yesterday. I’m currently listening to “One” by Aimee Mann.
she looked around not knowing what to do.
Should she take the path less travelled?
It’s what her English teacher had once said “we should take the path less travelled or we’ll never know what we missed”
“Is this true?” she thought to herself.
A path is a place where people take direction from an unknown source. it is not questioned or can it be answered. It is just followed to our destination.
as i walk in the path, i ask myself did i leave a mark of what i did in the past that could have affected anyone somehow?
when i think about a path, i think about the many paths there are in life. I think about the path leading done to the hobe sound beach. the path leading through campus. i think of the many path’s i’ve never taken. i think about some of the paths that lead my to the best things in life.
walking along that path,
same path,
I whistle that tune,
same tune
of a far-off-distant memory,
a vauge dream fading,
fading,
day by day.
My eyes sparkle in the bright sunlight,
a drop of a golden ray of sunlight falling onto my cheek to shimmer there.
another falls opposite it,
as the sun ducks behind a cloud,
and the sky fills with dark, angsty, shapeless blobs
I turn my face heavan-ward,
I get soaked,
like the day my heart broke,
and as my dream turns into a nightmare
The path stretches out before me. Thoughts of those whose feet beat the path come to me. I feel at one with them. A path can only be made with many feet over many years. A path is a reflection of the Human experience, many people going a cretin way until that way is marked clear for others.
IT was long and narrow, no way of knowing just where it went. IT had lost it’s meaning long ago as men who were nothing but wraiths and ghost now strode the long, dark, winding road that I now stood upon. The history of people who had once been and were never known stood before me. I felt like a phantom among the halls of a great old library. Who am I and what do I have to offer.
I took the path on the left and kept walking straight on. It was a nice summer day.