Once upon a time there was a pretty princess in need of a prince.
One day she decreed that every man in her kingdom must come try to woo her.
So many princes tried that day, jugglers, mimes, jesters, musicians.
However, should they not succeed, they would suddenly fall through a trap door.
Kelsey
Back then, we had ran out of the hotel to a quiet morning. Our little legs twisted and pounded like excited, startled animals before we paused. We were staring into the fog as it grew. I felt my vision disappear, attacked by steam. I was trapped. The ocean was close, I knew it; but I couldn’t see where.
teevee
it’s a trap
trap is a nice word, is a short word and its a fun word to say
trap trap trap its funny
its deceiving and fun ny like the pranks you play on your friends
its a nice word, trap. i like it.
bleh
Vein pulsed as he stretched. His arms folded in and wrapped around his sides, two hands setting traps for the tendons of his shoulder blades. He pulled them back out again. I could imagine the noise they made, like taunt rope. I could smell the summer sweat on us and felt my arm slide around the crook of his arms. He didn’t even flinch, like he had anticipated my move. I wanted to choke him or scratch him but instead I swatted him and pulled away. He grinned at my discomfort.
teevee
Walking home alone in the dark, after a long night of drinking my sorrows aways trying to escape this depression, I realized that I had brought myself into a trap. The thoughts came crashing down upon me worse than ever before.
Robert Lishman
I’m trapped inside this world. I can’t get out even though I want to, feel such a desire to. It’s excruciating. I hate it. Just SHUT UP! All of you! Is anyone with me?
RaRa
as always it was me and him spending the whole day together we had out time we shared are moments ate like fatty’s and minds were high in the sky then came 8 o’clock was time for the heat game wed go to the trap also known as one of the boys house smoking our way to help the heat win a game with my boyfriend and all his friends at the trap house
samm
I’m trapped in the role of being stable and calm. I have to like and accept whatever’s happening around me because that’s who I have to be for my family. Being trapped is one of the worst feelings in the world. But are humans ever not trapped into something? there’s always something that you don’t want to do, but have to do and will do anyway. The calm acceptance is trapping within itself.
Rainelle
I’ve never felt trapped in a way where I can’t get out. I have felt that trapped feeling but only slightly. Some people really get trapped that their solution is suicide. It’s awful and I wish I can help those people breakaway.
I looked up, his eyes seemed grim. My face turned red and I turned to notice the crowd of people staring in awe and entertainment. He knew what he had done. He should have felt proud and strong considering the circumstances, but a hint of remorse scarred his face. It was a trap, and I was the unlucky tenant.
she dances through the filthy alleys,
through the bars and past the bedraggled people in the streets.
her smile is blissful,
her eyes are far away. They call her crazy; a madwoman.
she is dreamer.
the dreamer doesn’t notice the mud on her feet or the threadbare clothes she wears.
her endless dancing cripples her, but she feels no pain.
she is happy.
a bird in a storm, oblivious to the lighting and roiling clouds.
she lives in a bubble,
escaping dismal reality.
yes, she is a dreamer.
but what will happen when she wakes up and opens her eyes?
someday her wings will break and she will fall,
landing in the solid, dirty streets that were paved with gold in her mind.
what will happen when her dream dies?
in her fantasy, she has everything.
in reality, she has nothing.
when she returns to earth,
she will be alone,
for no one can reach her in her dream state; penetrate the bubble she lives in.
the dreamer sees what others can not–beautiful things, extraordinary things.
but when the song of imagination comes to an end,
she will realize that she fell into a trap long ago,
a trap that, although wonderful,
will disappear and leave her floundering in a terrifying and very real world.
Beware dreams…
Melanie
falling into your trap was one of the worst decisions i have made. in my entire life. i hate you for what you did to me, you broke my heart and my trust.
trap. trapped in the hull of a ship. well not literally trapped. sure I’m not in chains, but i might as well be. a girl can’t get any rest around here. trapped from the obligations of a father who runs this ship like it is his palace. yes yes an actual ship. in the atlantic. making its passage from england to the americas
peyton
there i was trapped like an animal. the cage made of barbed wire. The smell of the warm embers off in the distance. no hope left. nothing. i would die here i knew it. and then… what was that my eyes to see.
Wes Potts
there is nothing like prying open the spring of the trap. Pulling the crippled tail out of the bite and walking. away. with a breath in your lungs and a thought in your brain and a beat in your heart. oh how does the air feel cleaner and sweeter. and your mind sharper and calmer. and your beat, everlasting.
Living with the sunshine never felt nicer. and the day feels right until you walk towards the next block of cheese.
I feel trapped sometimes, surprisingly, by all the things I haven’t done. All the mistakes i haven’t made. I’m young and I should have the chance to make poor decisions and learn from them; this should be easy right? Actually, wrong. My parents have raised me to be smart. I’ve learned through their mistakes; their stories have turned into my lessons. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though they’re overly protective, they give me plenty of room to live. As well as listening to my parents, I’ve watched my friends get hurt and I store that in my mind: don’t do what he/she did. Yet, sometimes learning lessons before the test is presented to me has kept my life safe, and at my age, I’m not sure if safe is what I should be aiming for. Once again, don’t think I’m taking my safety for granted; however, I want to have fun and maybe go into a few situations more innocently,openly. Before my best friend got hurt by that one boy, she had the time of her life with him and wouldn’t take back a second of their relationship. While my neighbor got yelled at for staying out too late, in the back of his mind he was thinking of that night he’ll never forget. Sometimes the best memories are followed by consequences; yet, you just know it was worth it. I wish to discover the world on my own and to allow myself to take a few more risks. In a nutshell I suppose you could say I’m trapped by my own knowledge gained from others’ experiences. I suppose the saying ‘no regrets’ could be a handy reminder for someone like me: it’s my key to freedom.
Carly
i love sex and love my gf and hate school
justen
I have written about ‘trap’ around four times now. I cannot find a passage I have made yet that sits well with me, They have been mediocre, like life, not perfect, crafted to be made pretty, and readable and only slightly understandable. We cannot release ourselves from a trap, or can we? I suppose we must know what the trap is first, perhaps it’s a relationship, and perhaps it is life. Trapped in life. It has a nice ring, don’t you think? My 60 second bell is about to ring, this, I know, but I would like to make myself at least a small bit clear, a trap can usually be easily released, by nothing more than a little bit of elbow grease.
Holly
traped in this state. stuch without a chance for redemption. this is all the world has left to offer me. hate and no place to run. by heart is overwhelmed. i am sick. you killed me inside.
Colby
Trapped. i feel trapped in this world, all alone, I don’t know where to go, or what im going to be. why am i trapped in this body of mine? never knowing when im out of time, just along for the ride ready to subside to life and be released from all this strife.
Life is a trap, hard to overcome, not many of us find a way out… hopefully I will. Traps come in many forms, be it a failing relationship or telling your seven year old accidentally about how YOU fill the stockings, not good ‘ol Saint Nick. You want to get out of this horrid trap, but life refuses to obey your command. Love is a trap and death is also, although we do not know what is on the other side of our universe, perhaps a parallel universe, that corresponds with our own… Who am I to know? All I can safely provide is that life brings no helping hands, and no concern for most, be you rich and famous, or poor and tactile, god does not dish out Karma in a lenient way, he goes hard. After all, they do say ”Go Hard Or Go Home”.
Holly
I was trapped. In a cave. Separated from any form of civilization. No phone, no internet, no food, no water. What was I going to do? And, more importantly, who had done this? Who had set this trap for me in the middle of freaking nowhere? Who even knew I was going to be here at this time of night, and WHY did they do this? I honestly don’t know the answer, but that will obviously have to come later. I’m not sure what I’ll do, how or when I’ll do it, but I have to get out of here. And I must do it as quietly as possible…
Trinity
It’s a trap! It’s a frappe!
Usually serendipitously falling into things can end well, but not this.
I can’t get out, they can’t get in, and someone is laughing about this far far away from the action.
Tyler
My life is a trap, a constant lie, continually struggling. Pushing towards something greater an end up falling into a pit of despair. Working harder than ever to achieve my goals an just falling flat on my face.
Rachel
She was trapped. Bound, gagged, spread, waiting for his touch. Her body quivered in anticipation. She knew that his touch would bring pleasure and pain. She craved both. Her mind became still and calm the longer she waited. Her confidence in his ability to give her what she needed grew with each passing moment.
I’m trapped inside of a clamp that holds down oak on some wooden spokes in an apartment made of glass. I walk on pins and needles and depend on lives so fetal, they have even yet to think. Their brains so dry, yet proverbially on the brink. These children; for all which cry for their sweet mother’s swooning and sweet arms for crooning, whose voices resonate like the makings of brass, all sounds so beautiful, but I’m trapped inside nonetheless.
I feel trapped. Its time to be free. Its time for college. I think everybody feels that they are in their own personal trap. I wonder if anyone is truly free. i wonder. Maybe not.
Ellie
Trap is a gag found in an online community called Toontown. Most possibly being my least favorite track, I can honestly say I’d never make the same mistake by choosing it. That gag has failed me many times. I can’t even stand using it anymore. Absolutely e
anon
The fan spins: once, twice, three times, until even buried under the pile of blankets he feels cold – from the soles of his feet to the tip of his forehead.
It’s a trap. Famous starwar’s words. But how often do you use them in a daily situation. Never daily. Maybe once in your lifetime. No one ever gets in such a life threatening situation where they must declare “it’s a trap!”. Maybe the spare drug dealer. But not your average joe.
Hannah
Life, that is the greatest trap that there is. It sucks you in at the most inconvenient time. Life is just a big, scary, unpredictable trap.
Alexis
Trapped inside my head. I don’t know what to think or what to say or how to feel. i don’t know where i’m going. i’m lost. so lost. help me, please. bring me back to reality. tear down these walls i’ve built around me.
allie
She set the cutlery down on the table and straightened the napkins. He would arrive soon. Lucy dashed into the kitchen to stir the spaghetti sauce. She picked up the small glass bottle that stood to the side of the stove and shook it. The powder sparkled. He would never guess it was there. It was the perfect trap.
Helen
is a feeling you get when things are closing in, caught in a trap of lies, a trap of emotions, a wooden crate, animals caged, snared rabbits to eat in the eighteenth century
cate747
It was a trap. There was nothing she could say or do to get her out of it. She had to admit her feelings, or else he would be cross with her. A simple yes or no answer, and yet it was so incredibly difficult. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I love you. I want to be with you.” She would leave her husband, all for this man’s sake. For a chance of happiness and freedom that he seemed to promise her. She bit her lip. “Do you . . . what do you think of me now?”
Alison
trapped in the earth. It’s one of the scariest things that could have happened. Deep underground with no way out. Slow comprehension of the countless tons of rock and earth slowly sinking in.
I am trapped. I can see a sliver of the sun above me and it burns my skin. I can only move a few inches, lest I fall another few yards into the tepid water below. It was all I could do to pull myself onto this ledge I caught. If only I had listened to Mara.
Sometimes, I feel trapped by my mom who likes to treat me like I am twelve years old instead of almost nineteen. I used to feel trapped by an abusive ex boyfriend but my current boyfriend rescued me from him and I could not be more thankful for having him in my life. I am no longer trapped by the old guy.
Carly
reminds me of Von Trapp family and music, because I love music. It is also a little carriage like a pony trap, because, well you guessed it. I have ponies that I drive. Holy Smoke, I must have been an Austrian in my past life because these are the same “cream colored ponies” from, you guessed it again…the Sound of Music – tralaltral tralallala! Or would that be yodel adey oooh?
Once upon a time there was a pretty princess in need of a prince.
One day she decreed that every man in her kingdom must come try to woo her.
So many princes tried that day, jugglers, mimes, jesters, musicians.
However, should they not succeed, they would suddenly fall through a trap door.
Back then, we had ran out of the hotel to a quiet morning. Our little legs twisted and pounded like excited, startled animals before we paused. We were staring into the fog as it grew. I felt my vision disappear, attacked by steam. I was trapped. The ocean was close, I knew it; but I couldn’t see where.
it’s a trap
trap is a nice word, is a short word and its a fun word to say
trap trap trap its funny
its deceiving and fun ny like the pranks you play on your friends
its a nice word, trap. i like it.
Vein pulsed as he stretched. His arms folded in and wrapped around his sides, two hands setting traps for the tendons of his shoulder blades. He pulled them back out again. I could imagine the noise they made, like taunt rope. I could smell the summer sweat on us and felt my arm slide around the crook of his arms. He didn’t even flinch, like he had anticipated my move. I wanted to choke him or scratch him but instead I swatted him and pulled away. He grinned at my discomfort.
Walking home alone in the dark, after a long night of drinking my sorrows aways trying to escape this depression, I realized that I had brought myself into a trap. The thoughts came crashing down upon me worse than ever before.
I’m trapped inside this world. I can’t get out even though I want to, feel such a desire to. It’s excruciating. I hate it. Just SHUT UP! All of you! Is anyone with me?
as always it was me and him spending the whole day together we had out time we shared are moments ate like fatty’s and minds were high in the sky then came 8 o’clock was time for the heat game wed go to the trap also known as one of the boys house smoking our way to help the heat win a game with my boyfriend and all his friends at the trap house
I’m trapped in the role of being stable and calm. I have to like and accept whatever’s happening around me because that’s who I have to be for my family. Being trapped is one of the worst feelings in the world. But are humans ever not trapped into something? there’s always something that you don’t want to do, but have to do and will do anyway. The calm acceptance is trapping within itself.
I’ve never felt trapped in a way where I can’t get out. I have felt that trapped feeling but only slightly. Some people really get trapped that their solution is suicide. It’s awful and I wish I can help those people breakaway.
I looked up, his eyes seemed grim. My face turned red and I turned to notice the crowd of people staring in awe and entertainment. He knew what he had done. He should have felt proud and strong considering the circumstances, but a hint of remorse scarred his face. It was a trap, and I was the unlucky tenant.
she dances through the filthy alleys,
through the bars and past the bedraggled people in the streets.
her smile is blissful,
her eyes are far away. They call her crazy; a madwoman.
she is dreamer.
the dreamer doesn’t notice the mud on her feet or the threadbare clothes she wears.
her endless dancing cripples her, but she feels no pain.
she is happy.
a bird in a storm, oblivious to the lighting and roiling clouds.
she lives in a bubble,
escaping dismal reality.
yes, she is a dreamer.
but what will happen when she wakes up and opens her eyes?
someday her wings will break and she will fall,
landing in the solid, dirty streets that were paved with gold in her mind.
what will happen when her dream dies?
in her fantasy, she has everything.
in reality, she has nothing.
when she returns to earth,
she will be alone,
for no one can reach her in her dream state; penetrate the bubble she lives in.
the dreamer sees what others can not–beautiful things, extraordinary things.
but when the song of imagination comes to an end,
she will realize that she fell into a trap long ago,
a trap that, although wonderful,
will disappear and leave her floundering in a terrifying and very real world.
Beware dreams…
falling into your trap was one of the worst decisions i have made. in my entire life. i hate you for what you did to me, you broke my heart and my trust.
trap. trapped in the hull of a ship. well not literally trapped. sure I’m not in chains, but i might as well be. a girl can’t get any rest around here. trapped from the obligations of a father who runs this ship like it is his palace. yes yes an actual ship. in the atlantic. making its passage from england to the americas
there i was trapped like an animal. the cage made of barbed wire. The smell of the warm embers off in the distance. no hope left. nothing. i would die here i knew it. and then… what was that my eyes to see.
there is nothing like prying open the spring of the trap. Pulling the crippled tail out of the bite and walking. away. with a breath in your lungs and a thought in your brain and a beat in your heart. oh how does the air feel cleaner and sweeter. and your mind sharper and calmer. and your beat, everlasting.
Living with the sunshine never felt nicer. and the day feels right until you walk towards the next block of cheese.
I feel trapped sometimes, surprisingly, by all the things I haven’t done. All the mistakes i haven’t made. I’m young and I should have the chance to make poor decisions and learn from them; this should be easy right? Actually, wrong. My parents have raised me to be smart. I’ve learned through their mistakes; their stories have turned into my lessons. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though they’re overly protective, they give me plenty of room to live. As well as listening to my parents, I’ve watched my friends get hurt and I store that in my mind: don’t do what he/she did. Yet, sometimes learning lessons before the test is presented to me has kept my life safe, and at my age, I’m not sure if safe is what I should be aiming for. Once again, don’t think I’m taking my safety for granted; however, I want to have fun and maybe go into a few situations more innocently,openly. Before my best friend got hurt by that one boy, she had the time of her life with him and wouldn’t take back a second of their relationship. While my neighbor got yelled at for staying out too late, in the back of his mind he was thinking of that night he’ll never forget. Sometimes the best memories are followed by consequences; yet, you just know it was worth it. I wish to discover the world on my own and to allow myself to take a few more risks. In a nutshell I suppose you could say I’m trapped by my own knowledge gained from others’ experiences. I suppose the saying ‘no regrets’ could be a handy reminder for someone like me: it’s my key to freedom.
i love sex and love my gf and hate school
I have written about ‘trap’ around four times now. I cannot find a passage I have made yet that sits well with me, They have been mediocre, like life, not perfect, crafted to be made pretty, and readable and only slightly understandable. We cannot release ourselves from a trap, or can we? I suppose we must know what the trap is first, perhaps it’s a relationship, and perhaps it is life. Trapped in life. It has a nice ring, don’t you think? My 60 second bell is about to ring, this, I know, but I would like to make myself at least a small bit clear, a trap can usually be easily released, by nothing more than a little bit of elbow grease.
traped in this state. stuch without a chance for redemption. this is all the world has left to offer me. hate and no place to run. by heart is overwhelmed. i am sick. you killed me inside.
Trapped. i feel trapped in this world, all alone, I don’t know where to go, or what im going to be. why am i trapped in this body of mine? never knowing when im out of time, just along for the ride ready to subside to life and be released from all this strife.
Fear. Longing. Discovery. Surprise. Loathing. Pain. Suffering. Victory. Tactics. Force. Sneaky.
Life is a trap, hard to overcome, not many of us find a way out… hopefully I will. Traps come in many forms, be it a failing relationship or telling your seven year old accidentally about how YOU fill the stockings, not good ‘ol Saint Nick. You want to get out of this horrid trap, but life refuses to obey your command. Love is a trap and death is also, although we do not know what is on the other side of our universe, perhaps a parallel universe, that corresponds with our own… Who am I to know? All I can safely provide is that life brings no helping hands, and no concern for most, be you rich and famous, or poor and tactile, god does not dish out Karma in a lenient way, he goes hard. After all, they do say ”Go Hard Or Go Home”.
I was trapped. In a cave. Separated from any form of civilization. No phone, no internet, no food, no water. What was I going to do? And, more importantly, who had done this? Who had set this trap for me in the middle of freaking nowhere? Who even knew I was going to be here at this time of night, and WHY did they do this? I honestly don’t know the answer, but that will obviously have to come later. I’m not sure what I’ll do, how or when I’ll do it, but I have to get out of here. And I must do it as quietly as possible…
It’s a trap! It’s a frappe!
Usually serendipitously falling into things can end well, but not this.
I can’t get out, they can’t get in, and someone is laughing about this far far away from the action.
My life is a trap, a constant lie, continually struggling. Pushing towards something greater an end up falling into a pit of despair. Working harder than ever to achieve my goals an just falling flat on my face.
She was trapped. Bound, gagged, spread, waiting for his touch. Her body quivered in anticipation. She knew that his touch would bring pleasure and pain. She craved both. Her mind became still and calm the longer she waited. Her confidence in his ability to give her what she needed grew with each passing moment.
I’m trapped inside of a clamp that holds down oak on some wooden spokes in an apartment made of glass. I walk on pins and needles and depend on lives so fetal, they have even yet to think. Their brains so dry, yet proverbially on the brink. These children; for all which cry for their sweet mother’s swooning and sweet arms for crooning, whose voices resonate like the makings of brass, all sounds so beautiful, but I’m trapped inside nonetheless.
I feel trapped. Its time to be free. Its time for college. I think everybody feels that they are in their own personal trap. I wonder if anyone is truly free. i wonder. Maybe not.
Trap is a gag found in an online community called Toontown. Most possibly being my least favorite track, I can honestly say I’d never make the same mistake by choosing it. That gag has failed me many times. I can’t even stand using it anymore. Absolutely e
The fan spins: once, twice, three times, until even buried under the pile of blankets he feels cold – from the soles of his feet to the tip of his forehead.
It’s a trap. Famous starwar’s words. But how often do you use them in a daily situation. Never daily. Maybe once in your lifetime. No one ever gets in such a life threatening situation where they must declare “it’s a trap!”. Maybe the spare drug dealer. But not your average joe.
Life, that is the greatest trap that there is. It sucks you in at the most inconvenient time. Life is just a big, scary, unpredictable trap.
Trapped inside my head. I don’t know what to think or what to say or how to feel. i don’t know where i’m going. i’m lost. so lost. help me, please. bring me back to reality. tear down these walls i’ve built around me.
She set the cutlery down on the table and straightened the napkins. He would arrive soon. Lucy dashed into the kitchen to stir the spaghetti sauce. She picked up the small glass bottle that stood to the side of the stove and shook it. The powder sparkled. He would never guess it was there. It was the perfect trap.
is a feeling you get when things are closing in, caught in a trap of lies, a trap of emotions, a wooden crate, animals caged, snared rabbits to eat in the eighteenth century
It was a trap. There was nothing she could say or do to get her out of it. She had to admit her feelings, or else he would be cross with her. A simple yes or no answer, and yet it was so incredibly difficult. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I love you. I want to be with you.” She would leave her husband, all for this man’s sake. For a chance of happiness and freedom that he seemed to promise her. She bit her lip. “Do you . . . what do you think of me now?”
trapped in the earth. It’s one of the scariest things that could have happened. Deep underground with no way out. Slow comprehension of the countless tons of rock and earth slowly sinking in.
I am trapped. I can see a sliver of the sun above me and it burns my skin. I can only move a few inches, lest I fall another few yards into the tepid water below. It was all I could do to pull myself onto this ledge I caught. If only I had listened to Mara.
Sometimes, I feel trapped by my mom who likes to treat me like I am twelve years old instead of almost nineteen. I used to feel trapped by an abusive ex boyfriend but my current boyfriend rescued me from him and I could not be more thankful for having him in my life. I am no longer trapped by the old guy.
reminds me of Von Trapp family and music, because I love music. It is also a little carriage like a pony trap, because, well you guessed it. I have ponies that I drive. Holy Smoke, I must have been an Austrian in my past life because these are the same “cream colored ponies” from, you guessed it again…the Sound of Music – tralaltral tralallala! Or would that be yodel adey oooh?