A place that is comforting or when someone is completely immeresed in what they are doing. It’s a very special place where creativity is able to flow. It’s magical.
Monica Garcia
I knew it was time to pull the plug on karaoke night when I found myself singing ‘Danger Zone’ from Top Gun for the second time.
zone into your body whats going on katy? you have stretch marks well…everywhere
emma gallagher
An area of space where you act like maverick and goose in top gun.
Leviticus
Taken away to the zone, let the music carry me. Here I am.
Meet me there.
A
Loading zone. that’s where they keep boxes and stuff. Boxes. Stuff is in boxes. Maybe there’s a box of stuff around. A box of toys for Christmas. A Box of q-tips. A box of canned food. A box of stuff that’s gonna be on a store shelf. A box. A box that will be stolen by someone who is moving, and used by their kids to play pretend.
Nicole
I’m in this. Thinking. Working. Trying to stay ahead. Stopping. Thinking. Trying to keep up. Moving. Rushing. Looking behind. Mindful of my future.
Alina
There are many different time zones on the planet. I personally have experienced quite a few of them and home to visit many more. I’ve been east and west throughout the US and as far as Germany.
Katie
a zone is defined as an enclosed area. It may be emotional, physical, intellectual or pertaining to any other physical or psychological aspect. in physical terms, a zone can be defined as a border, a demarcation between two objects. this could be termed as a geographical zone.
Joshua Bhatti
many of the hodlums of today say that they’re “in da zone” but just what is this zone??? I’ve never been to a zone? Then again a zone can be a place of tranquility your own place to be yourself and that’s pretty cool too. Have a zone, BE the zone….You get me?
Michelle
Trainers squeak on the polished floor. Shadows of tall figures loom, hands hovering. Blocking.
A ball is thrown quickly across the court. Caught by your friend in the red shorts.
He leaps upon the air, his hand forces the ball forward. Towards the net.
out there
mindless
floating
all out of zone.
no focus
no concentration
no way to see
if i’m still in the zone.
gone am i
for now
and for a while more;
the zone is not my place.
mae.ice.jesus
i was looking for the cheese zone. nobody knew what it was. exept for me. i knew what it was.
ilikecheese
I was in the zone, the crowd behind me to my left, only another wide-eyed teenager in front of me. Feeling as though I had been dropped into the middle of a Roman Colloseum I twitched my fingers to make sure they were still useful. That would be important in a few moments when the ball came my way.
Jkrez
To live in amazement to live life fullest in the zone, have fun make it happen see it all, learn new things, its the male side to female energy to just do and make it happen have fun with and to LIVE!
Rick
in the zone, like you’re on a roll. Maybe the ozone layer, it’s disappearing because of pollution and we need it. No parking zone or even better, a FREE parking zone :)
Veronica
I’m in it. It’s really hot here. The zone is everything everybody ever said about it and more. I could never have imagined anything like this – it is unbelievably wonderful.
Karin
Getting out of my comfort zone
That was what I had to do now
Though it wasn’t easy, hell no
Years of stableness had me wrapped up in their warmth
But now I wanted things to change
I needed things to change
My life was banging and struggling to get out of that shell
To grow
My comfort zone wasn’t big enough for it anymore
Getting in the zone. My son Dustin used to talk about getting into the zone before a basketball game. He would concentrate on the game, and he would listen to music. Everything – his moves, his thoughts, his whole body entered into a place called the zone.
Karen
zone, i am in a no parking zone. dont know where that came from- from the zone perhaps. why does nobody on this thing really write what comes to mind without editing, trying to show off all the time. we are all so insecure- so in need of others constant approval, why dont we just see ourselves for the valuable, beautiful, gifted human individuals and collective that we all are?
Laurel
place yelow red red las one space is the las place in the zone pleas whait in the garden
maria
the zone is a commitment of expotential peace within a creation of dumb people and continous faggots trying to change what they can’t create differentley in their vicinity for whatever they may desire it doesn’t work when you got rebels in the zone to bitch.
Noah Atkisson
A zone is very important for one to be in. It is what defines what one does and why. There may be silent zones, happy zones, sad and sincere ones. A zone defines actions of all beings in the world. Be
Roe Waltz
Does the world change? Escape;
Where is your location? Do you define it by your thoughts?
Escape into a new location. Don’t define-live. Escape…
Kyle Markowski
Dead zone
empty space
gray
field
phone
time zone
zombies
zelda
epona
ocarina of time
lon lon milk
clay toys
Katie
My own zone. The place I go to when I need to cool off, the place I go to to be apart from the rest of the world for a while. Where I don’t think, I DO. Or maybe I’ll just sit, and listen to music, or think. It’s the place where I’m myself, uninterrupted and unaffected by anybody else in the crazy world out there. They say zoning out is bad. It’s not.
Ares defined by features of the population or environment within. Unnecessary boundaries to give each place character to passing tourists.
Kyle Markowski
The zone is the place you cannot go. It’s the place you cannot breath or exist. It is outside of now and outside of you. It is the one place that cannot be reached without damage. Wtihout, in a way, death. It is outside, but attached. A part of now, but can never be now. It is where you will end up.
vandrop
she had her side of the bed and i had mine
(whenever we f-cked we crossed battle lines)
my heart’s a grenade thrown over the fence
(if i wanted to be hurt i would’ve given it to men)
your eyes own a desert sky
your eyes own a desert sky
your eyes own a desert sky
car park
empty
for parents and children
demolishing
Lisa
It´s like we entered the twilight zone, I mumbled to my sister as we watched the strange series of events unfolding before our eyes. Everything was “normal” which considering our family, that was very weird. Everything looked like a picture out of a home magazine.
Where are we? asked my sister with the same dumbstruck expression I was probably wearing as well.
Karina
She was in the zone. For once, there was no negative thought holding her back from what she was about to do. Every regret had slid off her hard exterior with ease. Eyes set, nothing and no one could stand in her way.
The kitchen was a no-go zone on a Sunday until at least the lunch dishes were done and everyone was on the sofa in front of ‘The Antiques Roadshow’. God I hate that show, always have done. It’s not really the show’s fault though, I think it’s just because I associate it with the Sunday evening feeling of dread I was contained by, knowing there’s school in the morning.
Sundays were the only day in the week when the whole family was thrown together and forced to spend time with each other and there was nowhere to go. God, I hated Sundays. I still do a bit. There was always, and I mean always, a row between mum and dad. Despite there being no spat-free weekend, I can’t for the life of me remember what any single one of them was about. They all just mix up together in a blur of shouts and slams like blue paint poured on top of wet red paint. Just a big smudge of an angry, purple mess.
A lot of my memories are like that; a contorted, fractured image of missing words and explanations. I try not to fill in the gaps now because it wouldn’t be true. It would just be my imagination conjuring it up. It’s probably better I don’t remember a lot of it anyway. My childhood is the main reason I’ve been stuck here for so long.
zoned out, sleeping, might not have rest, a lot of spaces. desert forest trees camp fire campfire rustling leaves night day moon sun earth soil turning leaves turning earth water
Yvette
and he ran, dogged, and weaved. AND ITS TOUCH DOWN. Twenty years later when he is an alcoholic in a dead end job all he will have is those high school memories to hold him.
I readied myself. The roar or people in the stadium around me quieted to a calm silence. My eyes fluttered about with nervous yet excited apprehension. Truth be told, I knew nothing of the event I was about to do as I stood on the stage of the 2012 London Olympics. The beam, the little jump board used to push me through the air, the chalky substance on my hands, all were mysterious things I had never even thought about before.
What would I do? Jump from the spring and do a couple flips, land perfectly on the thin beam, do some somersaults and land perfectly after doing a back-spin-flip? I knew none of the terminology for this event. I had no fans in the audience cheering me on. The beads of sweat on my forehead brought a strange chill quivering up my spine. I closed my eyes.
Taelor H
“Get in the zone! Autozone!”
“Oh hush,” Suz exhaled, wiping the oil off her hands. “You could help me you know.”
Beth looked down, “Eh, I guess maybe I coooooould, but….” she trailed off, looking disdainly at the oil soaked rag. “I dont think I should..”
you put me in the friend zone. now we will never be able to be together. it will never be the same.
zone into your body kate! come on whats up with me? ….i ahve stretch marks ..its embarrising!
A place that is comforting or when someone is completely immeresed in what they are doing. It’s a very special place where creativity is able to flow. It’s magical.
I knew it was time to pull the plug on karaoke night when I found myself singing ‘Danger Zone’ from Top Gun for the second time.
zone into your body whats going on katy? you have stretch marks well…everywhere
An area of space where you act like maverick and goose in top gun.
Taken away to the zone, let the music carry me. Here I am.
Meet me there.
Loading zone. that’s where they keep boxes and stuff. Boxes. Stuff is in boxes. Maybe there’s a box of stuff around. A box of toys for Christmas. A Box of q-tips. A box of canned food. A box of stuff that’s gonna be on a store shelf. A box. A box that will be stolen by someone who is moving, and used by their kids to play pretend.
I’m in this. Thinking. Working. Trying to stay ahead. Stopping. Thinking. Trying to keep up. Moving. Rushing. Looking behind. Mindful of my future.
There are many different time zones on the planet. I personally have experienced quite a few of them and home to visit many more. I’ve been east and west throughout the US and as far as Germany.
a zone is defined as an enclosed area. It may be emotional, physical, intellectual or pertaining to any other physical or psychological aspect. in physical terms, a zone can be defined as a border, a demarcation between two objects. this could be termed as a geographical zone.
many of the hodlums of today say that they’re “in da zone” but just what is this zone??? I’ve never been to a zone? Then again a zone can be a place of tranquility your own place to be yourself and that’s pretty cool too. Have a zone, BE the zone….You get me?
Trainers squeak on the polished floor. Shadows of tall figures loom, hands hovering. Blocking.
A ball is thrown quickly across the court. Caught by your friend in the red shorts.
He leaps upon the air, his hand forces the ball forward. Towards the net.
In the zone.
out there
mindless
floating
all out of zone.
no focus
no concentration
no way to see
if i’m still in the zone.
gone am i
for now
and for a while more;
the zone is not my place.
i was looking for the cheese zone. nobody knew what it was. exept for me. i knew what it was.
I was in the zone, the crowd behind me to my left, only another wide-eyed teenager in front of me. Feeling as though I had been dropped into the middle of a Roman Colloseum I twitched my fingers to make sure they were still useful. That would be important in a few moments when the ball came my way.
To live in amazement to live life fullest in the zone, have fun make it happen see it all, learn new things, its the male side to female energy to just do and make it happen have fun with and to LIVE!
in the zone, like you’re on a roll. Maybe the ozone layer, it’s disappearing because of pollution and we need it. No parking zone or even better, a FREE parking zone :)
I’m in it. It’s really hot here. The zone is everything everybody ever said about it and more. I could never have imagined anything like this – it is unbelievably wonderful.
Getting out of my comfort zone
That was what I had to do now
Though it wasn’t easy, hell no
Years of stableness had me wrapped up in their warmth
But now I wanted things to change
I needed things to change
My life was banging and struggling to get out of that shell
To grow
My comfort zone wasn’t big enough for it anymore
Getting in the zone. My son Dustin used to talk about getting into the zone before a basketball game. He would concentrate on the game, and he would listen to music. Everything – his moves, his thoughts, his whole body entered into a place called the zone.
zone, i am in a no parking zone. dont know where that came from- from the zone perhaps. why does nobody on this thing really write what comes to mind without editing, trying to show off all the time. we are all so insecure- so in need of others constant approval, why dont we just see ourselves for the valuable, beautiful, gifted human individuals and collective that we all are?
place yelow red red las one space is the las place in the zone pleas whait in the garden
the zone is a commitment of expotential peace within a creation of dumb people and continous faggots trying to change what they can’t create differentley in their vicinity for whatever they may desire it doesn’t work when you got rebels in the zone to bitch.
A zone is very important for one to be in. It is what defines what one does and why. There may be silent zones, happy zones, sad and sincere ones. A zone defines actions of all beings in the world. Be
Does the world change? Escape;
Where is your location? Do you define it by your thoughts?
Escape into a new location. Don’t define-live. Escape…
Dead zone
empty space
gray
field
phone
time zone
zombies
zelda
epona
ocarina of time
lon lon milk
clay toys
My own zone. The place I go to when I need to cool off, the place I go to to be apart from the rest of the world for a while. Where I don’t think, I DO. Or maybe I’ll just sit, and listen to music, or think. It’s the place where I’m myself, uninterrupted and unaffected by anybody else in the crazy world out there. They say zoning out is bad. It’s not.
Ares defined by features of the population or environment within. Unnecessary boundaries to give each place character to passing tourists.
The zone is the place you cannot go. It’s the place you cannot breath or exist. It is outside of now and outside of you. It is the one place that cannot be reached without damage. Wtihout, in a way, death. It is outside, but attached. A part of now, but can never be now. It is where you will end up.
she had her side of the bed and i had mine
(whenever we f-cked we crossed battle lines)
my heart’s a grenade thrown over the fence
(if i wanted to be hurt i would’ve given it to men)
your eyes own a desert sky
your eyes own a desert sky
your eyes own a desert sky
and your lips are vultures picking my bones dry.
car park
empty
for parents and children
demolishing
It´s like we entered the twilight zone, I mumbled to my sister as we watched the strange series of events unfolding before our eyes. Everything was “normal” which considering our family, that was very weird. Everything looked like a picture out of a home magazine.
Where are we? asked my sister with the same dumbstruck expression I was probably wearing as well.
She was in the zone. For once, there was no negative thought holding her back from what she was about to do. Every regret had slid off her hard exterior with ease. Eyes set, nothing and no one could stand in her way.
The kitchen was a no-go zone on a Sunday until at least the lunch dishes were done and everyone was on the sofa in front of ‘The Antiques Roadshow’. God I hate that show, always have done. It’s not really the show’s fault though, I think it’s just because I associate it with the Sunday evening feeling of dread I was contained by, knowing there’s school in the morning.
Sundays were the only day in the week when the whole family was thrown together and forced to spend time with each other and there was nowhere to go. God, I hated Sundays. I still do a bit. There was always, and I mean always, a row between mum and dad. Despite there being no spat-free weekend, I can’t for the life of me remember what any single one of them was about. They all just mix up together in a blur of shouts and slams like blue paint poured on top of wet red paint. Just a big smudge of an angry, purple mess.
A lot of my memories are like that; a contorted, fractured image of missing words and explanations. I try not to fill in the gaps now because it wouldn’t be true. It would just be my imagination conjuring it up. It’s probably better I don’t remember a lot of it anyway. My childhood is the main reason I’ve been stuck here for so long.
Zone means region
zoned out, sleeping, might not have rest, a lot of spaces. desert forest trees camp fire campfire rustling leaves night day moon sun earth soil turning leaves turning earth water
and he ran, dogged, and weaved. AND ITS TOUCH DOWN. Twenty years later when he is an alcoholic in a dead end job all he will have is those high school memories to hold him.
I readied myself. The roar or people in the stadium around me quieted to a calm silence. My eyes fluttered about with nervous yet excited apprehension. Truth be told, I knew nothing of the event I was about to do as I stood on the stage of the 2012 London Olympics. The beam, the little jump board used to push me through the air, the chalky substance on my hands, all were mysterious things I had never even thought about before.
What would I do? Jump from the spring and do a couple flips, land perfectly on the thin beam, do some somersaults and land perfectly after doing a back-spin-flip? I knew none of the terminology for this event. I had no fans in the audience cheering me on. The beads of sweat on my forehead brought a strange chill quivering up my spine. I closed my eyes.
“Get in the zone! Autozone!”
“Oh hush,” Suz exhaled, wiping the oil off her hands. “You could help me you know.”
Beth looked down, “Eh, I guess maybe I coooooould, but….” she trailed off, looking disdainly at the oil soaked rag. “I dont think I should..”