When I turned 25, I knew it was time to start going to bars. Single and 25 is incredibly depressing, especially when you’ve just attended your best-friend-since-birth’s wedding, and there was a chocolate fountain there that you spent way too much hanging around.
Bars ‘n Stars … a flag
Measures of music … bars
A place to hear a bad pick-up line
Monkey kids play on ’em in the playground … monkey bars
And last and best? Bar none!
a relatively long, evenly shaped piece of some solid substance, as metal or wood, used as a guard or obstruction or for some mechanical purpose: the bars of a cage.
an oblong piece of any solid material: a bar of soap; a candy bar
a long ridge of sand, gravel, or other material near or slightly above the surface of the water at or near the mouth of a river or harbor entrance, often constituting an obstruction to navigation.
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chocolate bars
milky bar
ice cream bars
wooden bars
glass bars
metal bars
bars are straight.
a relatively long, evenly shaped piece of some solid substance, as metal or wood, used as a guard or obstruction or for some mechanical purpose: the bars of a cage.
There were loads and loads and loads and loads of chocolate bars. I mean loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads of chocolate bars in Charlies fridge.
bars seem like a lot of fun but clubs seem like more fun to me. they seem so enticing to me because they won’t let me in. one time i went to a bar and it was disappointing. i heard about someone i know who went to bars to drink alone and that sounded cool and romantic to me but, in reality, i know that it is not really cool or romantic. bars are romanticized. alcohol is romanticized.
Candy everywhere! Damn, Jill thought, I don’t know what to take. White chocolate? Marshmallow? Finally, she settled on one of the small but delicious candy bars.
The bars of this prison won’t hold him for long. He’s too slick, too clever. Even if the police managed to catch him a million times he would always escape. Not like that was a real possibility. This was the first time he had ever been caught and it would likely be the last.
Bars, in Baren gehen Leute mit Haaren. Auch solche ohne. Aber die haben nicht so viel Spaß, denn sie können ihn sich nicht an denselben herbeiziehen. So ist das nämlich im Leben.
I won’t settle; no I refuse to settle. I am raising the bar, moving up. Call me needy, high-maintenance, whatever. But I deserve more, and I am going to get it.
so I started danicng in theses when I was about six years old. Ok ok ok s o I see this may need some explaining. I Was a member of the Trinity Irish dancers and for about the whole month of march I would get out of school and curl my hair and wear fancy dresses and be alowed to wear makeup to dance for a bunch of strangers. Sounds like a perfectically normal childhood, right? anyway so my experiance with bars is that dancing in they usually just leaves you with sticky sore feet.
I refuse to be barred within my mind. Though my physical existence may end up in any form of shackles, I will retain complete honesty within my own being–I will not succumb to any false reality for the sake of ignorant bliss. I plan on keeping myself always as aware as is in my own power.
bars in front of my eyes, feeling imprisoned today. sometimes the bars are invisible, but constrict us further than any physical impediments. what can’t be seen can’t be defeated.
Bars. Prison bars. I have often thought of it. What it would be like to be stuck in jail. How lonely in the cell and such. But really, i’m behind bars already.My true self and my thoughts are kept behind bars, deep in the abysses of my mind, away from the real world. Im trapped. It’s lonely here.
But then I think-
If i was in a real prison, I would be away from the real world and be with my true self and thoughts. I will be the real me. I will have time to think. And that’s all I ever wanted; I could find the real me and leave the real me. But I couldn’t go to jail. I couldn’t do it.
Bars: They keep your thoughts and true self away. And they could also be the gateway to your thoughts and true self.
My stomach is behind bars, yelling to be released or to at least get some food in the jail. Soon it will start chiseling at its imprisoning doors, slowly eating away my insides until there’s nothing left.
Bars. Prison bars. I have often thought of it. What it would be like to be stuck in jail. How lonely in the cell, with a violent room mate, cruddy food, and such. But really, i’m behind bars already.My true self and my thoughts are kept behind bars, deep in the abysses of my mind, away from the real world. It’s lonely there, and it makes me insecure. Does anyone else think like i do? Dream the ‘too good to be true’ and the ‘so sad I wish were true’ dreams?
But then I think-
If i was in a real prison, I would be away from the real world and be with my true self and thoughts. I will be the real me. I will have time to think. And that’s all I ever wanted; to be who i want without judges and think. I could find the real me and leave the real me. But I couldn’t go to jail. I couldn’t do it.
Bars: They keep your thoughts and true self away. And they could also be the gateway to your thoughts and true self.
These bars. This mental prison that he kept insisting on as reality was keeping him from ever doing anything worthwhile. We all tried to help him. To get him out of this funk he was in. It seemed like forever before he ever started to listen. He eventually realized that life was a lot more fulfilling when he acted as himself and not what other people wanted him to be.
If there is one thing I know about, it’s bars. Of course I can titillate you by saying that it could be bars on a prison cell, bars on the corner of the street, or bars of music. Which one it is only I know….and I’ll never tell!
such a mystery, the way you nonchalantly asked me to that bar. your roommate joked about coke being available–2010 vintage on tap. i was 20 and if you only knew me. i was so uncomfortable. shifting, bumping your knee, declining.
And then you met her there, leaving me behind. It’s okay, I told myself. She’s going through some crisis and doesn’t want me there for some ridiculous reason. I figured I’d be mad at her for not including me, but all along I should’ve been made at you for leaving me so abruptly. Go on, go to the bar. You don’t know what you’ve done.
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Oh the bars he went to . To work. He was a musician ya know. but he also had to play the role, the role of rock star, the role to keep up to the young new up- and coming. He had to dye his hair, he had to drink everyday, and pretend it wasn’t an addiction. He had to not let her too close .. just in case she would see how scared he really was.
are they keeping me in our out…. cereal bars good for the hind end? bars stripes walking cross the street for that one drink to sooth the remains of the day.
bars could be meaning bars in jail. mabey it could be meaning something baring someone from doing it. also it means chocolate bars and bars of gold/silver.
Bars
Candy bars .
Think railed bars.
Prison Trapped in candy bars.
Eating your way our of prison.
Going to a bar.
Drinkng at a bar .
Drinking too much at a bar.
Hitting your head on a bar on the play ground of the school you once went to.
Reading bars off a stand.
Wake up
Standing on bars.
when i was younger there was a set of monkey bars at the playground of my school. i would climb on top and feel higher than the stars, until i looked down and found the ground only a few feet away. it was then that i discovered disappointment.
Places people go to live and die.
Feels like living, but killing yourself simultaneously.
In so many ways a place to put bars on happiness.
Barred from living the life you seek.
how many bars of service do i have? oh great none. now i have to go on an epic adventure in search of service. except that its not epic. it’s annoying, tedious, and generally not fun to walk around with your phone above your head, hoping that if it is two feet closer to the cell tower, you will get service.
We were stuck behind the bars of life, in one way or another. Andy was held back by the present, Charlie was held back by the past, and I was bound by the future. I never knew what life would hold for me. But the bars brought us together, in one way or another. We somehow moved forward, hand in hand, and looked upward.
They are a beautiful place full of imaginative people. Drunks, prostitutes, and if you are lucky drag queens. I find it rather soothing to go into one anytime I have a chance. The almost therapeutic vibe it gives off is amazing.
These are what have been keeping me in, holding me back. Face pressed against the cool metal, trying to grip the air beyond, to pull myself through. I’ve been trying to reach you now, for what feels like forever, but you keep escaping just beyond my grasp. I’m restricted. I need to be free in order to tell you what I have to tell you.
But even when I call your name you run the other way. Just thank god that your cage keeps you near me, even as mine keeps me away from you.
Soul huni-
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da, rish ok
When I turned 25, I knew it was time to start going to bars. Single and 25 is incredibly depressing, especially when you’ve just attended your best-friend-since-birth’s wedding, and there was a chocolate fountain there that you spent way too much hanging around.
Bars ‘n Stars … a flag
Measures of music … bars
A place to hear a bad pick-up line
Monkey kids play on ’em in the playground … monkey bars
And last and best? Bar none!
a relatively long, evenly shaped piece of some solid substance, as metal or wood, used as a guard or obstruction or for some mechanical purpose: the bars of a cage.
an oblong piece of any solid material: a bar of soap; a candy bar
a long ridge of sand, gravel, or other material near or slightly above the surface of the water at or near the mouth of a river or harbor entrance, often constituting an obstruction to navigation.
urrmmm i dunno
anyyfiinnn elzz
lollingz ;D x <3 lol
my starvation for life was trapped behind these bars, this invisible wall kept me from my sanity….. the past, it held me back from my future.
chocolate bars
milky bar
ice cream bars
wooden bars
glass bars
metal bars
bars are straight.
a relatively long, evenly shaped piece of some solid substance, as metal or wood, used as a guard or obstruction or for some mechanical purpose: the bars of a cage.
There were loads and loads and loads and loads of chocolate bars. I mean loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads of chocolate bars in Charlies fridge.
bars seem like a lot of fun but clubs seem like more fun to me. they seem so enticing to me because they won’t let me in. one time i went to a bar and it was disappointing. i heard about someone i know who went to bars to drink alone and that sounded cool and romantic to me but, in reality, i know that it is not really cool or romantic. bars are romanticized. alcohol is romanticized.
Candy everywhere! Damn, Jill thought, I don’t know what to take. White chocolate? Marshmallow? Finally, she settled on one of the small but delicious candy bars.
The bars of this prison won’t hold him for long. He’s too slick, too clever. Even if the police managed to catch him a million times he would always escape. Not like that was a real possibility. This was the first time he had ever been caught and it would likely be the last.
Bars, in Baren gehen Leute mit Haaren. Auch solche ohne. Aber die haben nicht so viel Spaß, denn sie können ihn sich nicht an denselben herbeiziehen. So ist das nämlich im Leben.
I won’t settle; no I refuse to settle. I am raising the bar, moving up. Call me needy, high-maintenance, whatever. But I deserve more, and I am going to get it.
I’m in jail,
tuked away,
Just waiting for,
A better day.
I’m afraid,
for whats to come,
All my thoughts,
Are now num.
so I started danicng in theses when I was about six years old. Ok ok ok s o I see this may need some explaining. I Was a member of the Trinity Irish dancers and for about the whole month of march I would get out of school and curl my hair and wear fancy dresses and be alowed to wear makeup to dance for a bunch of strangers. Sounds like a perfectically normal childhood, right? anyway so my experiance with bars is that dancing in they usually just leaves you with sticky sore feet.
I refuse to be barred within my mind. Though my physical existence may end up in any form of shackles, I will retain complete honesty within my own being–I will not succumb to any false reality for the sake of ignorant bliss. I plan on keeping myself always as aware as is in my own power.
bars in front of my eyes, feeling imprisoned today. sometimes the bars are invisible, but constrict us further than any physical impediments. what can’t be seen can’t be defeated.
bars. two men walked into a bar one ducked. haha. classic joke play on words. light thoughts today. no deep emotions. rain.
Bars. Prison bars. I have often thought of it. What it would be like to be stuck in jail. How lonely in the cell and such. But really, i’m behind bars already.My true self and my thoughts are kept behind bars, deep in the abysses of my mind, away from the real world. Im trapped. It’s lonely here.
But then I think-
If i was in a real prison, I would be away from the real world and be with my true self and thoughts. I will be the real me. I will have time to think. And that’s all I ever wanted; I could find the real me and leave the real me. But I couldn’t go to jail. I couldn’t do it.
Bars: They keep your thoughts and true self away. And they could also be the gateway to your thoughts and true self.
My stomach is behind bars, yelling to be released or to at least get some food in the jail. Soon it will start chiseling at its imprisoning doors, slowly eating away my insides until there’s nothing left.
Bars. Prison bars. I have often thought of it. What it would be like to be stuck in jail. How lonely in the cell, with a violent room mate, cruddy food, and such. But really, i’m behind bars already.My true self and my thoughts are kept behind bars, deep in the abysses of my mind, away from the real world. It’s lonely there, and it makes me insecure. Does anyone else think like i do? Dream the ‘too good to be true’ and the ‘so sad I wish were true’ dreams?
But then I think-
If i was in a real prison, I would be away from the real world and be with my true self and thoughts. I will be the real me. I will have time to think. And that’s all I ever wanted; to be who i want without judges and think. I could find the real me and leave the real me. But I couldn’t go to jail. I couldn’t do it.
Bars: They keep your thoughts and true self away. And they could also be the gateway to your thoughts and true self.
These bars. This mental prison that he kept insisting on as reality was keeping him from ever doing anything worthwhile. We all tried to help him. To get him out of this funk he was in. It seemed like forever before he ever started to listen. He eventually realized that life was a lot more fulfilling when he acted as himself and not what other people wanted him to be.
something with can hold things together and are strong enough to put weight on
If there is one thing I know about, it’s bars. Of course I can titillate you by saying that it could be bars on a prison cell, bars on the corner of the street, or bars of music. Which one it is only I know….and I’ll never tell!
i d k
such a mystery, the way you nonchalantly asked me to that bar. your roommate joked about coke being available–2010 vintage on tap. i was 20 and if you only knew me. i was so uncomfortable. shifting, bumping your knee, declining.
And then you met her there, leaving me behind. It’s okay, I told myself. She’s going through some crisis and doesn’t want me there for some ridiculous reason. I figured I’d be mad at her for not including me, but all along I should’ve been made at you for leaving me so abruptly. Go on, go to the bar. You don’t know what you’ve done.
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Oh the bars he went to . To work. He was a musician ya know. but he also had to play the role, the role of rock star, the role to keep up to the young new up- and coming. He had to dye his hair, he had to drink everyday, and pretend it wasn’t an addiction. He had to not let her too close .. just in case she would see how scared he really was.
are they keeping me in our out…. cereal bars good for the hind end? bars stripes walking cross the street for that one drink to sooth the remains of the day.
bars could be meaning bars in jail. mabey it could be meaning something baring someone from doing it. also it means chocolate bars and bars of gold/silver.
Bars
Candy bars .
Think railed bars.
Prison Trapped in candy bars.
Eating your way our of prison.
Going to a bar.
Drinkng at a bar .
Drinking too much at a bar.
Hitting your head on a bar on the play ground of the school you once went to.
Reading bars off a stand.
Wake up
Standing on bars.
when i was younger there was a set of monkey bars at the playground of my school. i would climb on top and feel higher than the stars, until i looked down and found the ground only a few feet away. it was then that i discovered disappointment.
Places people go to live and die.
Feels like living, but killing yourself simultaneously.
In so many ways a place to put bars on happiness.
Barred from living the life you seek.
how many bars of service do i have? oh great none. now i have to go on an epic adventure in search of service. except that its not epic. it’s annoying, tedious, and generally not fun to walk around with your phone above your head, hoping that if it is two feet closer to the cell tower, you will get service.
prison-like
trapped
alone
lonely
by yourself
hunger
starvation
steel
We were stuck behind the bars of life, in one way or another. Andy was held back by the present, Charlie was held back by the past, and I was bound by the future. I never knew what life would hold for me. But the bars brought us together, in one way or another. We somehow moved forward, hand in hand, and looked upward.
prison, vertical, thick cold steel. you can look out, but you can’t reach it, you can’t run, fly, somehow you can’t breathe.
Bars!!!!
LOL!!!
I’m sorry. I used my bar jokes in the last post!
They are a beautiful place full of imaginative people. Drunks, prostitutes, and if you are lucky drag queens. I find it rather soothing to go into one anytime I have a chance. The almost therapeutic vibe it gives off is amazing.
These are what have been keeping me in, holding me back. Face pressed against the cool metal, trying to grip the air beyond, to pull myself through. I’ve been trying to reach you now, for what feels like forever, but you keep escaping just beyond my grasp. I’m restricted. I need to be free in order to tell you what I have to tell you.
But even when I call your name you run the other way. Just thank god that your cage keeps you near me, even as mine keeps me away from you.