paths can be often confusing .we need to tread our paths carefully but before that choosing the right path is so important but it is not always easy to make the right choice so we must learn first to make the right choices
vimmy singh
The path you take in life can change at any time. We get stuck thinking we have to stay the course, but at any time we can choose a different path. It’s really not any more complicated than that.
Amy McNulty
Path’s are strange. they lead you from one place to another, by foot that is. Go green some might say, but others say there is no need, hell this is just one of Earth’s many phases they think. They’re pretty right actually, the ice age didn’t happen because the cavemen didn’t have cars.
george
along the way parting trail two decisions one destination different ways no morals needed to make your way just observation and free mind to carry along
haley
the path before was covered in bronze leaves. i didnt think i started down the path like a zombie, moving more out of instinct then any true purpose. the leaves were, in fact, bronze and cut at my ankles and feet, ripping into the flesh and leaving crimson stains. the wet leaves began to rust. i continued on despite the pain. looking for an end and wishing to wake up. where the fuck was i? i kep going. going…going…there!
the end of the path. in front of my was a new path. another path. no longer covered in bronze leaves this was a shaded wood path, literally a wooded path. the floor underfoot perfectly laid out wooden planks.
Liz
the path twists and turns, climbs and descends, is sometimes smooth and easy, oftentimes rocky and difficult. i follow the signs in my heart.
mark wander
i went along the forest path as it wound along the riverbank. Around a curve I saw a man sitting at the edge, shoes and socks off, pants rolled up, feet dabbling in the water. It looked like a good idea; so I joined him.
Katitude
that’s all? path? i have nothing about a path…i could enjoy one, but i haven’t been in nice places lately…weard.
julia
The one you fall off of constantly. The one that does not want you. It is always rocky, blinding, jagged, steep. Follow it to where? Stop moving. Just stop and stand.
holly
pathETIC! that’s all.
s
Along the path, I went. The brown leaves crunched and stuck to my muddy boots. Ticks fell from the overhanging limbs and latched themselves deep into my scalp. The air was cold and as my thoughts drifted, I realized that in the wooded mess I had found sanctuary. I was finally free and at home.
Bethany Hicks
follow the right path.
the path you want to follow
your dream
your religion
anything.
just follow the path you want to be on and stick to it if you’re happy.
chelsea
it is dark and lonely silent and black all, still alone, forever. just sitting and letting the seasons pass it calmly as time marches on. wars, peace, trading… all along it… all with its own use for it… now worn and used it lays retired.
Torin
i was on a path to the first house that was in my travel. i decided to bring a couple of muffins to the house according the planner. the first tree was a wych-elm and it broadened my sense of multiplicite monkey wrench. wolfmother brings a path of existence.
mike p
i like the path. i walk on it everyday and i like to look at the leaves that fall on the path during autumn, they’re all colours like orange and brown and green. i like orange as a colour but not as a fruit.
emma
The path led me towards a beautiful waterfall and there I found it… the legendary conch shell of Gordumare. You will never find such a beautiful treasure. Except I should have expected it to be booby trapped… stupid me for grabbing the thing.
Sheechan
i already wrote about path
Dharmesh
the path to the destination is very long
Dharmesh
i walk along the path every single day. i like to walk on it when its sunny. its useful because it helps you find places and cars won’t get in your way. its a four letter word. simple word for a simple thing. path is bothar is irish
emma
take my hand, follow me
this is the way it was
meant to be
together we’ll dance,
fly until noon,
and let no sorrows touch
our quivering fingernails
we’ll throw in the towel,
rip up the curtain,
steal the crown from the
homecoming queen
and then we’ll laugh,
oh, how we will laugh,
as the trees fall down,
blocking, forever,
this well-beaten
path
carissa
The other day I was out for a walk with my dog. The path we were walking on ran adjacent to the ocean, and the view of the sunset was incredible. Little rays of red light would filter through the trees one moment, and the next we would stumble into the most incredible views imaginable. Suddenly, however, it got cold and dark. The autumn leaves stopped rustling, and an eerie feeling crept over our bucolic reality…
Gordon Gates
the one you choose every moring and you look back upon every evening goes on until you die.
Florian
Just a little road I took one morning lead to unavoidable callamity. I was taken by surprises on the last turn on the familliar route to school. The dark corners jumped up around my eyes and that was all I saw.
Anthony
pathway jungle gym I don’t want to go down that path I only want to go down the other one, I wish it would rain and snow. I like snow. I don’t want to drive in the snow. I want to use a pathfinder. I think that’s a car. I don’t know. I like to drive. I didn’t use to. I used to be afraid. Now I’m not so much.
Pam
Following the path in the woods, stumbling slowly down it. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to go back home, whether it will lead me to anywhere at all good. But that doesn’t matter when it is Saturday.
oxlin
walk
stroll
life
journey
return
less travelled
the way home
the next step
the last step
time well spent
Aidan
there are many to choose from and each one lands us in some new ocean of change. it is like choosing our own destiny. the fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves. they fork about and mesmerize. I am at the crossroads.
tea.
somewhere to go by. not to strand from. made of stone. follow it. make it your own. straight or curvy. up or down
Ghislaine
path rickety pathetic
jointed and garbled
crocheted from a mish mash of phrases
your hand caressed my hair
and you kissed the top of my head
michelle
the path seemed like such a small rut in the road. It was barely discernible to someone traveling by car but today she was on foot and the open air called her away from the road she was on to travel the narrow way…
Andrea
…
Jack and Jill went up the path to take a little bath.
Jack fell down and broke his crown and jill came tumbling after.
Courtney
pathway
down in the water there were some fish pathway to god I thought as I turned my face into the water and stopped breathing.
claudia
path is the way you choose to follow your life
Janaina
the path away from where you’re going can lead you to where you never thought you’d be. if you care to risk it, and see where it takes you, your wildest fantasies or deepest fears could be realized. it is winding and twisting and you don’t know where it’s going, but do not let that deter you. it is made of sand
it is on the land
it is what you want
it is what you don’t
cl
there is only one way
this way is the right way
dont look just see never glance back
follow ur heart and u shall find
ture happy thoughts and a place so devine
gather nothing but leave with it all
josh carter
the path is the way. it is the way, the truth and the light. it is to be followed, but not too closely. those who stray are not to be shamed as those who follow are. the path is whatever one wants it to be.
Lindsay
My path in live is a slow one. I hope to find out where I will be some day. the path of my family is more important to me. I wish that paths crossed more often with others in my situation. I believe I am on my own path to where I am destined to be.
Bill
The path to life is often a difficult one. One must make many decisions that he/she does not want to, in order so that he may live his life better. He sometimes must set his emotions aside even though it hurts. The path of life is a diffucult one but you must walk through it,
Daniel Li
a direction goin through life that you can take and has alternate paths comeing off of it
daniel
i walked down one. which was dusty and grimey. it had just rained. i don’t know which way i should head, if this is a good one or a bad one. If i think about it, its just a four letter word. yet it applies to so much. And if i take the wrong one, there is no turning back, and i have to own my own choice of this direction.
paths can be often confusing .we need to tread our paths carefully but before that choosing the right path is so important but it is not always easy to make the right choice so we must learn first to make the right choices
The path you take in life can change at any time. We get stuck thinking we have to stay the course, but at any time we can choose a different path. It’s really not any more complicated than that.
Path’s are strange. they lead you from one place to another, by foot that is. Go green some might say, but others say there is no need, hell this is just one of Earth’s many phases they think. They’re pretty right actually, the ice age didn’t happen because the cavemen didn’t have cars.
along the way parting trail two decisions one destination different ways no morals needed to make your way just observation and free mind to carry along
the path before was covered in bronze leaves. i didnt think i started down the path like a zombie, moving more out of instinct then any true purpose. the leaves were, in fact, bronze and cut at my ankles and feet, ripping into the flesh and leaving crimson stains. the wet leaves began to rust. i continued on despite the pain. looking for an end and wishing to wake up. where the fuck was i? i kep going. going…going…there!
the end of the path. in front of my was a new path. another path. no longer covered in bronze leaves this was a shaded wood path, literally a wooded path. the floor underfoot perfectly laid out wooden planks.
the path twists and turns, climbs and descends, is sometimes smooth and easy, oftentimes rocky and difficult. i follow the signs in my heart.
i went along the forest path as it wound along the riverbank. Around a curve I saw a man sitting at the edge, shoes and socks off, pants rolled up, feet dabbling in the water. It looked like a good idea; so I joined him.
that’s all? path? i have nothing about a path…i could enjoy one, but i haven’t been in nice places lately…weard.
The one you fall off of constantly. The one that does not want you. It is always rocky, blinding, jagged, steep. Follow it to where? Stop moving. Just stop and stand.
pathETIC! that’s all.
Along the path, I went. The brown leaves crunched and stuck to my muddy boots. Ticks fell from the overhanging limbs and latched themselves deep into my scalp. The air was cold and as my thoughts drifted, I realized that in the wooded mess I had found sanctuary. I was finally free and at home.
follow the right path.
the path you want to follow
your dream
your religion
anything.
just follow the path you want to be on and stick to it if you’re happy.
it is dark and lonely silent and black all, still alone, forever. just sitting and letting the seasons pass it calmly as time marches on. wars, peace, trading… all along it… all with its own use for it… now worn and used it lays retired.
i was on a path to the first house that was in my travel. i decided to bring a couple of muffins to the house according the planner. the first tree was a wych-elm and it broadened my sense of multiplicite monkey wrench. wolfmother brings a path of existence.
i like the path. i walk on it everyday and i like to look at the leaves that fall on the path during autumn, they’re all colours like orange and brown and green. i like orange as a colour but not as a fruit.
The path led me towards a beautiful waterfall and there I found it… the legendary conch shell of Gordumare. You will never find such a beautiful treasure. Except I should have expected it to be booby trapped… stupid me for grabbing the thing.
i already wrote about path
the path to the destination is very long
i walk along the path every single day. i like to walk on it when its sunny. its useful because it helps you find places and cars won’t get in your way. its a four letter word. simple word for a simple thing. path is bothar is irish
take my hand, follow me
this is the way it was
meant to be
together we’ll dance,
fly until noon,
and let no sorrows touch
our quivering fingernails
we’ll throw in the towel,
rip up the curtain,
steal the crown from the
homecoming queen
and then we’ll laugh,
oh, how we will laugh,
as the trees fall down,
blocking, forever,
this well-beaten
path
The other day I was out for a walk with my dog. The path we were walking on ran adjacent to the ocean, and the view of the sunset was incredible. Little rays of red light would filter through the trees one moment, and the next we would stumble into the most incredible views imaginable. Suddenly, however, it got cold and dark. The autumn leaves stopped rustling, and an eerie feeling crept over our bucolic reality…
the one you choose every moring and you look back upon every evening goes on until you die.
Just a little road I took one morning lead to unavoidable callamity. I was taken by surprises on the last turn on the familliar route to school. The dark corners jumped up around my eyes and that was all I saw.
pathway jungle gym I don’t want to go down that path I only want to go down the other one, I wish it would rain and snow. I like snow. I don’t want to drive in the snow. I want to use a pathfinder. I think that’s a car. I don’t know. I like to drive. I didn’t use to. I used to be afraid. Now I’m not so much.
Following the path in the woods, stumbling slowly down it. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to go back home, whether it will lead me to anywhere at all good. But that doesn’t matter when it is Saturday.
walk
stroll
life
journey
return
less travelled
the way home
the next step
the last step
time well spent
there are many to choose from and each one lands us in some new ocean of change. it is like choosing our own destiny. the fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves. they fork about and mesmerize. I am at the crossroads.
somewhere to go by. not to strand from. made of stone. follow it. make it your own. straight or curvy. up or down
path rickety pathetic
jointed and garbled
crocheted from a mish mash of phrases
your hand caressed my hair
and you kissed the top of my head
the path seemed like such a small rut in the road. It was barely discernible to someone traveling by car but today she was on foot and the open air called her away from the road she was on to travel the narrow way…
…
Jack and Jill went up the path to take a little bath.
Jack fell down and broke his crown and jill came tumbling after.
pathway
down in the water there were some fish pathway to god I thought as I turned my face into the water and stopped breathing.
path is the way you choose to follow your life
the path away from where you’re going can lead you to where you never thought you’d be. if you care to risk it, and see where it takes you, your wildest fantasies or deepest fears could be realized. it is winding and twisting and you don’t know where it’s going, but do not let that deter you. it is made of sand
it is on the land
it is what you want
it is what you don’t
there is only one way
this way is the right way
dont look just see never glance back
follow ur heart and u shall find
ture happy thoughts and a place so devine
gather nothing but leave with it all
the path is the way. it is the way, the truth and the light. it is to be followed, but not too closely. those who stray are not to be shamed as those who follow are. the path is whatever one wants it to be.
My path in live is a slow one. I hope to find out where I will be some day. the path of my family is more important to me. I wish that paths crossed more often with others in my situation. I believe I am on my own path to where I am destined to be.
The path to life is often a difficult one. One must make many decisions that he/she does not want to, in order so that he may live his life better. He sometimes must set his emotions aside even though it hurts. The path of life is a diffucult one but you must walk through it,
a direction goin through life that you can take and has alternate paths comeing off of it
i walked down one. which was dusty and grimey. it had just rained. i don’t know which way i should head, if this is a good one or a bad one. If i think about it, its just a four letter word. yet it applies to so much. And if i take the wrong one, there is no turning back, and i have to own my own choice of this direction.