the path is long.. Its always long. And its never easy. Is that trite? Or is it just truth? We each need help on our path, which is why I will be visiting the servce center soon. At least I tell myself it is soon. It had better be soon.
Anyhow.. We all need help on our path, but that help is never free.
Burdius
i ran on a path and it took me to a strange place. i went off of the path and it made my surroundings dissappear. i lost the path and it came back to me. i found the path and it ran away again. i saw the path in many colors and it was a rainbow.
ashlee
A long strech of brown pebbles, framed by twigs and stands of fallen pine needles. A chipmunk sits up ahead, twitches at our footsteps and flickers away.
elena
I walked on a path. The path you know it was in the park that one day. With him, and we are friends, but I know he likes me. It is weird, it was when I had braces, and I wore my Chicago hoodie, and I took my camera everywhere. The path? The path to where? I’m not sure, maybe a path to the promised land, maybe the path to my hand? Not sure, but you can win my heart if you walked with me on a path. In the winter.. or maybe in the rain… or anyday of the week. I love it.
Marla Hell
i go on my path toward enlightenment or whatever that is and who know where youll end up. maybe paris maybe germany tibet bhutan it doesnt matter quite possibly you could end up in a fast food resaurant but more importantly its that the path i set
taylor
i have been on the same path in life ever since i can remember i have always had one goal and one idea. i have not changed that idea at all and that idea is who i have come to terms with. although i do not know what that idea is or who really has come up with it. really, i dont actually know anything. i dont know who i am or where i am or what the fuck is going on. all i know is that i am on a path. the same one since forever.
Daniel Lombardo
it’s a clear day I walk through the forest. The path is crunchy with golden and orange leaves. I inhale and smell the earth. A bird takes off beside me, it’s wings like thunder. I stare at it in awe as it leaves me. the path twists and turns. I don’t know where its going but I keep following. I am peaceful.
Liza
It twists before me, serpentine.
Leading onward towards a dream,
A dream unrealized, forgotten, denied.
Shrouded in mist, purity belied.
A path less traveled,
or one well worn?
Myra
i was walking down the path in the woods and to my right there was a deer. i looked at this deer and immediately knew what to think. this animal was going to be shot. i looked around for a hunter but couldn’t find one. so i jumped on the deer’s back and he ran off with me on him. he took me to his pack of family members and there was a tiny baby with them. a human baby. aparently this baby had been lost in the woods and these deers had been taking care of him
lacy
I have to follow this path down the road to this house located near the forest. I have no idea what so ever what’s in this house, nor do I know who I am and where I’m coming from. All I know is that this path is destined for me to follow ever since I was born. This path is long, hard, but not hard to follow, since it has been clearly marked with little red lights.
Rasmus
The pathway to hell is paved with good intentions. People try to do good things but they always mess up simply because we are human. However, God has a path set for us and we cannot mess up his perfect plan. He is always in control and will guide our feet on our path until we reach the time he calls us home.
Rachel Trest
road garden green religion choose right right and wrong
jessica
And so I walked down the path toward my emminent doom, ready to face whatever lie ahead, and at the same time remembering what I was saving, what I had to leave behind forever.
Raven
The path she lead me on was the last path I would ever take, I soon learned. The green trees stuck out, being that it was autumn, and the smells and sounds and the beatuy of the trickling water– I would never go home. Never return the the concrete and deadly gasses which made life hel and nature impossible.
Jessica
To be in a fact, to have the ability to trasnfer the state of your being, is the future and the now. To be defined as what is most saught in the world, the right path, the right words, the right style or judgement or fac or anything, is to be closed in by the lack of definition of self and your own ability to believe in yourself, compromised, but not beyond repair. Breath, relax, stop thinking of all the others and what they wish of yyou, and you will find your right path.
Christina
There’s no path to follow. One is not in existance. Not the metaphorical one at the least. There is no path to fall off of, get lost from, head backwards on. No Path. The path you walk on is the one litterally beneath your feet. And that is all of the path.
Olive
The place of transience where all our changes happen. A route, a way, an open pass to get from one place to another. It can be a clearing in the woods or as vast as a desert. The path is hard or easy, it changes, it signifies change. To go off the path is to lose sight of one’s direction. The path is the main sec
Kristen
There is a path i go everyday to class. It is the same on certain days. I always go past the few dorms, kleiner, sandys dorm, fresh, across the long brisge, across au sable. all the way to whatever lake hall i am in that day. The path is usually boring. The only good thing is that i get to cross over the ravine which is beautiful, especially in autumn.
Madeline
path leads to great places, the path to glory is what we all seek yet we can get lost. why should i write about path? no idea, i was about to go to bed actually…
pierre
the way the trip the guided path. We are given to follow, lit by angels with torches aflame… When we arrive we will find that the way is straight and true in path, but narrow in course…
David
el camino es largo, tu vida tal vez sera corta, por eso hay que vivir el camnino de una forma ancha.
el camino que eliges es el correcto, que tus huellas sigan tus pasos
alex
the scariest path is the path i would like to believe i tend to choose – id like to believe i dont shy away from things that scare me, but rather face them and become a better person for it – push myself past my own limitations
sam
i am lost
and i’m not raelly sure
i grew up thinking that i knew
who i was
where i was going
what i was doing; what i was supposed to do
but now i’m not so sure
there is a path around campus taht i love to walk
i love the peace, the serenity
my own path is … foggy
i’m sure it’ll turn out okay, but i’m nervous
i hope that my path converges with his…but it may not
sometimes i thikn our lives are all paths..runningtogether
meg
A path in the woods, small, dirt, protected all around by tall trees and a light mist. This is the best kind of path.
Wow, I’ve got nothin’.
Dreamybee
I walked the path alone.
dothefunkymonkee@aol.com
The path lies behind me
I can no longer see
I’m blinded by the sun
and the temptation of the stars
the flowers hold no love for me
animals couldn’t care less whether I return
I have no cluse where to go
no idea
so I move forward
and hope
and pray
and eventually…
Kay
The path was short. She couldn’t see past the horizon, but she knew where it led. Somewhere she never wanted to go again. And she was going to take it. She had to take it. It was as if a voice was urging her on, dragging one foot in front of the other. She thought about what would happen when she got there. Would he be gone? Or would he be sitting in his chair as usual, quiet and somber? She wasn’t sure what she hoped for, but she decided there was no use in trying to discern this. Her decision was made. Her path had been chosen. She would see him again. And maybe this time they would get it right.
beth
I walk down this bitter trail. Cold. Alone.
I sit on the corner. Bus stop. Waiting.
I hang with my friends at the pub. Hearty. Joy.
I dance with my date at the prom. Beauty. Magic.
This is my path.
Alice
The path through the woods leads to a river. If you cross it, you’ll come to cottage, old and worn and somehow beautiful. If you choose, you can stay there, building a life in the still warm silence.
Emma Pomes
walk along it to my destiny I will find you there waiting for my tired soul to rise up and lift up and be free in the sky and in the clouds and in the world with the wind and the sun and the birds at my back I will leave holding your hand down my path in life, a path that leads into the woods filled with nature and true living and being. Down my path I am free.
Kimberly
its a pathway to the stairways of heaven, i can see the trail that the past humans have left for me to embark on. I must follow this trail in order to reach enlightenment. A path is a trail or a certain way that leads to a destination with a lesser risk of potential hazards or
casey
path is a thing you can travel on and a lot of times and a lot of times is perceived as a metaphor for life
kirbydjinn
way to a goal that is clear with no obstacles. A chosen way of life. A study that goes far in depth.
rmli
THE PATH WAS CROOKED AND NARROW. MY FEET HURT, BLISTERING FROM THE WALK, BUT I PRESSED ON. WHAT ELSE COULD I DO? PRESS ON. TURNING BACK WAS NOT AN OPTION THAT I EVEN CONSIDERED. I MUST FOLLOW THE PATH AND SEE WHERE IT TAKES ME.
CAREY
there was a path, it led through your entire life, and you thought that there were side paths but you are wrong, there is only one path. And it’s not set by God or Fate or anything or any entity, it just IS. The Path….
And there can be no straying from the path.
marc
leads to coffee pots and empty toasters.
to your roots through your room and back to the embrace this side of the pillow. you tip toed down that path through dark and brought it up to me, brought up that dark joy.
lo
Taking any and every direction home if i had a feet for walking I’d go never need never had never looked never showed path is it really
Zac
is a potential of neverending story, it is what leads many to dreams to living, to exploring. it is of choice, of choosing neverending story of ones own exploring. pathways lead us take us, fly us to giving and to infinity neverending story.
Natanael
i walk down a path and step on a snake which bites me and kills me. then another person does the same thing and survives the snake bite. the question is how does one person survive from a snake bite while another person does not. this is really an interesting question that could instigate alot of research on the area of snake bites.
nathan
garden path, surrounded by hydrangeas blue and pink
leading down through the reeds to a rock beach. as if we were in the jungle
the path is long.. Its always long. And its never easy. Is that trite? Or is it just truth? We each need help on our path, which is why I will be visiting the servce center soon. At least I tell myself it is soon. It had better be soon.
Anyhow.. We all need help on our path, but that help is never free.
i ran on a path and it took me to a strange place. i went off of the path and it made my surroundings dissappear. i lost the path and it came back to me. i found the path and it ran away again. i saw the path in many colors and it was a rainbow.
A long strech of brown pebbles, framed by twigs and stands of fallen pine needles. A chipmunk sits up ahead, twitches at our footsteps and flickers away.
I walked on a path. The path you know it was in the park that one day. With him, and we are friends, but I know he likes me. It is weird, it was when I had braces, and I wore my Chicago hoodie, and I took my camera everywhere. The path? The path to where? I’m not sure, maybe a path to the promised land, maybe the path to my hand? Not sure, but you can win my heart if you walked with me on a path. In the winter.. or maybe in the rain… or anyday of the week. I love it.
i go on my path toward enlightenment or whatever that is and who know where youll end up. maybe paris maybe germany tibet bhutan it doesnt matter quite possibly you could end up in a fast food resaurant but more importantly its that the path i set
i have been on the same path in life ever since i can remember i have always had one goal and one idea. i have not changed that idea at all and that idea is who i have come to terms with. although i do not know what that idea is or who really has come up with it. really, i dont actually know anything. i dont know who i am or where i am or what the fuck is going on. all i know is that i am on a path. the same one since forever.
it’s a clear day I walk through the forest. The path is crunchy with golden and orange leaves. I inhale and smell the earth. A bird takes off beside me, it’s wings like thunder. I stare at it in awe as it leaves me. the path twists and turns. I don’t know where its going but I keep following. I am peaceful.
It twists before me, serpentine.
Leading onward towards a dream,
A dream unrealized, forgotten, denied.
Shrouded in mist, purity belied.
A path less traveled,
or one well worn?
i was walking down the path in the woods and to my right there was a deer. i looked at this deer and immediately knew what to think. this animal was going to be shot. i looked around for a hunter but couldn’t find one. so i jumped on the deer’s back and he ran off with me on him. he took me to his pack of family members and there was a tiny baby with them. a human baby. aparently this baby had been lost in the woods and these deers had been taking care of him
I have to follow this path down the road to this house located near the forest. I have no idea what so ever what’s in this house, nor do I know who I am and where I’m coming from. All I know is that this path is destined for me to follow ever since I was born. This path is long, hard, but not hard to follow, since it has been clearly marked with little red lights.
The pathway to hell is paved with good intentions. People try to do good things but they always mess up simply because we are human. However, God has a path set for us and we cannot mess up his perfect plan. He is always in control and will guide our feet on our path until we reach the time he calls us home.
road garden green religion choose right right and wrong
And so I walked down the path toward my emminent doom, ready to face whatever lie ahead, and at the same time remembering what I was saving, what I had to leave behind forever.
The path she lead me on was the last path I would ever take, I soon learned. The green trees stuck out, being that it was autumn, and the smells and sounds and the beatuy of the trickling water– I would never go home. Never return the the concrete and deadly gasses which made life hel and nature impossible.
To be in a fact, to have the ability to trasnfer the state of your being, is the future and the now. To be defined as what is most saught in the world, the right path, the right words, the right style or judgement or fac or anything, is to be closed in by the lack of definition of self and your own ability to believe in yourself, compromised, but not beyond repair. Breath, relax, stop thinking of all the others and what they wish of yyou, and you will find your right path.
There’s no path to follow. One is not in existance. Not the metaphorical one at the least. There is no path to fall off of, get lost from, head backwards on. No Path. The path you walk on is the one litterally beneath your feet. And that is all of the path.
The place of transience where all our changes happen. A route, a way, an open pass to get from one place to another. It can be a clearing in the woods or as vast as a desert. The path is hard or easy, it changes, it signifies change. To go off the path is to lose sight of one’s direction. The path is the main sec
There is a path i go everyday to class. It is the same on certain days. I always go past the few dorms, kleiner, sandys dorm, fresh, across the long brisge, across au sable. all the way to whatever lake hall i am in that day. The path is usually boring. The only good thing is that i get to cross over the ravine which is beautiful, especially in autumn.
path leads to great places, the path to glory is what we all seek yet we can get lost. why should i write about path? no idea, i was about to go to bed actually…
the way the trip the guided path. We are given to follow, lit by angels with torches aflame… When we arrive we will find that the way is straight and true in path, but narrow in course…
el camino es largo, tu vida tal vez sera corta, por eso hay que vivir el camnino de una forma ancha.
el camino que eliges es el correcto, que tus huellas sigan tus pasos
the scariest path is the path i would like to believe i tend to choose – id like to believe i dont shy away from things that scare me, but rather face them and become a better person for it – push myself past my own limitations
i am lost
and i’m not raelly sure
i grew up thinking that i knew
who i was
where i was going
what i was doing; what i was supposed to do
but now i’m not so sure
there is a path around campus taht i love to walk
i love the peace, the serenity
my own path is … foggy
i’m sure it’ll turn out okay, but i’m nervous
i hope that my path converges with his…but it may not
sometimes i thikn our lives are all paths..runningtogether
A path in the woods, small, dirt, protected all around by tall trees and a light mist. This is the best kind of path.
Wow, I’ve got nothin’.
I walked the path alone.
The path lies behind me
I can no longer see
I’m blinded by the sun
and the temptation of the stars
the flowers hold no love for me
animals couldn’t care less whether I return
I have no cluse where to go
no idea
so I move forward
and hope
and pray
and eventually…
The path was short. She couldn’t see past the horizon, but she knew where it led. Somewhere she never wanted to go again. And she was going to take it. She had to take it. It was as if a voice was urging her on, dragging one foot in front of the other. She thought about what would happen when she got there. Would he be gone? Or would he be sitting in his chair as usual, quiet and somber? She wasn’t sure what she hoped for, but she decided there was no use in trying to discern this. Her decision was made. Her path had been chosen. She would see him again. And maybe this time they would get it right.
I walk down this bitter trail. Cold. Alone.
I sit on the corner. Bus stop. Waiting.
I hang with my friends at the pub. Hearty. Joy.
I dance with my date at the prom. Beauty. Magic.
This is my path.
The path through the woods leads to a river. If you cross it, you’ll come to cottage, old and worn and somehow beautiful. If you choose, you can stay there, building a life in the still warm silence.
walk along it to my destiny I will find you there waiting for my tired soul to rise up and lift up and be free in the sky and in the clouds and in the world with the wind and the sun and the birds at my back I will leave holding your hand down my path in life, a path that leads into the woods filled with nature and true living and being. Down my path I am free.
its a pathway to the stairways of heaven, i can see the trail that the past humans have left for me to embark on. I must follow this trail in order to reach enlightenment. A path is a trail or a certain way that leads to a destination with a lesser risk of potential hazards or
path is a thing you can travel on and a lot of times and a lot of times is perceived as a metaphor for life
way to a goal that is clear with no obstacles. A chosen way of life. A study that goes far in depth.
THE PATH WAS CROOKED AND NARROW. MY FEET HURT, BLISTERING FROM THE WALK, BUT I PRESSED ON. WHAT ELSE COULD I DO? PRESS ON. TURNING BACK WAS NOT AN OPTION THAT I EVEN CONSIDERED. I MUST FOLLOW THE PATH AND SEE WHERE IT TAKES ME.
there was a path, it led through your entire life, and you thought that there were side paths but you are wrong, there is only one path. And it’s not set by God or Fate or anything or any entity, it just IS. The Path….
And there can be no straying from the path.
leads to coffee pots and empty toasters.
to your roots through your room and back to the embrace this side of the pillow. you tip toed down that path through dark and brought it up to me, brought up that dark joy.
Taking any and every direction home if i had a feet for walking I’d go never need never had never looked never showed path is it really
is a potential of neverending story, it is what leads many to dreams to living, to exploring. it is of choice, of choosing neverending story of ones own exploring. pathways lead us take us, fly us to giving and to infinity neverending story.
i walk down a path and step on a snake which bites me and kills me. then another person does the same thing and survives the snake bite. the question is how does one person survive from a snake bite while another person does not. this is really an interesting question that could instigate alot of research on the area of snake bites.
garden path, surrounded by hydrangeas blue and pink
leading down through the reeds to a rock beach. as if we were in the jungle