It was dark, dank, and filled with a musk unlike that of a man, but rather a most putrid scent, vile on the tongue, one that lingered in the back of ones throat most uncomfortably. It pressed into the back of his mind, as he huddled there, eyes clamped tightly closed and discomfort obvious on his features. His heart was hammering, his mind was blanking, his thoughts were racing as if blurring and clashing against one another in their contradiction of what might be and what was happening; the fear had set in, the anticipation drove him to the edge and back, the fright of it shook him to the core.
She sat in the corner, lonely, waiting. But waiting for what? She didn’t even know. Just alone and waiting. Then she heard footsteps, a man’s footsteps. Who was behind her? It was the man she’d been looking for her whole life, the one.
Nobody puts baby in the corner. Nobody puts Buffy in the corner? Hmm….doesn’t ring true. Put in the corner daily. It’s my inclination, or maybe just natural reaction to expectations.
hiding in the corner,
no thoughts just some mourners
my soul raped and gagged
as I buy more plastic bags
to fill my needs
live by my creed
I must consume
Do not produce
Just drink the juice
Happy drink
makes me stink
makes me feel
good
I need it
No I don’t
maybe I do
help
goodnight
i walked around the corner and found myself cornered by the three men that had been trying to find me for three years. i had spent those years hiding behind corners and under rocks. these three years had not been good to me, i’m broke and in debt, the worst combination…
i used to love this corner in school. it used to be my favourite. generally loners sit in corners. they are nice and cosy mostly. corners make you feel like you’re cut off from the others. so that’s good. i miss my best corner in school and in college. corners make up the world. i love them
i’ve never really liked corners. i’m more of an open air person. corners always had such a negative connotation in my mind. it’s like being trapped where the walls meet. corners are a great way to explain right angles to the little girl i tutor for. in my own little corner in my own little chair.
I stand on the street corner. I’m smoking a cigar, watching people walk past me. It’s dark and foggy out. No one notices me. I feel alone, yet I’m surrounded by so many people. I’m in my own corner, my own little world.
corner means it is at one side of the place . isquare has four corners .he tripled to the rightfield corner”; “the southeastern corner of the Mediterranean. one side of the place .
I want to die because I hate looking at it, sitting alone in it. All the childhood memories of being in trouble. :( I hate corners, especially the spiders in them, fuck corners. >:(
the corner is suppose to be a place we were put as a kid to sit &”think about what we did” when we did wrong. well i didn’t think of it as that, i thought of it as some quiet time to think about ANYTHING and everything…<3 a place where i could explore my mind and not even have a care for hardly anything at all…
On the corner of 1st and Brown street, stood the tallest tree I have ever known. Grown from a tiny green seedling about 50 years or so ago. It was the place I went for peace quiet and solace.
the place where i sit when i want alone time. I think of girls there and what I would do to them. aghhhh what a relief. i love corners because they have edges that are inversely proportional like Volume to Pressure. however, unlike Volume or Pressure to Temperature.
John rushed into his dressing room and sunk down in the corner, his head in his hands as he tried to cool off from the day’s work. It was already bad enough that RTD had been riding him about the shouting all day, and now he had to change into countless outfits? Madness.
A knock at the door, and John called out a muffled “Just give me five minutes, I’ll be out,” and sighed against his too-large sleeves. John lifted his head to squint as the knob turned and the door opened to a spiky-haired head, granting access to the one person he wouldn’t have kicked the door back in on.
where hookers go to get paid.
aa store.. on the corner of the street..
where ii would go when ii got into trouble.
the R in corner combines with the N to make an M saying comer…
it reminds me of little jack horner who sat in the corner
The corner is the place that connects all of everything together. The corner is the meeting place of all, and of course the place in which darkness hides. The balance of light and dark can be seen at a corner. The corner is the meeting place of
when you were little, you always were told to look into a corner when you were in trouble. but what was that supposed to teach you?
i believe that it gave you the opportunity to face your problems by your self.
maybe we should do that as adults.
just look into a corner next time your in doubt, maybe it’ll do you good
I own it. The corner where you sit. Where you sit and beg for unconditional kisses of love you can only dream of. Now, I’ve decided to take down the walls, so there are no corners left for beggars of the heart. I want only Kings.
“They say true love is found on every corner… Well I must be walking in circles”, even though I could fool someone saying that I wrote this I still have the urge to share it, because this is the best use given to the word corner in a phrase.
it is the time and place where the ends of two edges meet and become one again like how they were meant to be. It is the connecting point of two passageways and the only place where one should sit when lonely
I sat in the corner, head in hands, arms folded protectively around my body. I couldn’t keep this up. I could feel the bruises in every corner of my body, reminding me with every movement of every muscle that it was my choice to put myself through this goddamn torturous training. Arius was right when he said swordsmanship was hard work. Maybe I’d show him a little more respect from now on.
The two sides of rough brick wall jutted into an uneven corner, where a dark head was bowed. The rest of the party was alive with music, bright lights and heat of hundreds of bodies, but the girl sat unnoticed staring into the bottom of her plastic cup
corner. some say a limit, I say a boundary to be passed. So simple yet so complex in the thinking a corner can provide. It gives up shelter, it gives us the basic design on mad made objects of this day and age. Corners are quintessential to this new age.
It makes me wonder why people view corners with such negativity. It can be so comforting. Sitting in my corner, covered by the shadows, quietly by myself. No hassles. No worries. Just me contently resting in the dark, hidden from prying eyes.
the corner of everything is the edge it is either good or it is bad one thing that is all. A square has 4 corners. a triangle has three there is no specific corner. Corners are everywhere. They are everywhere but go unoticed.
Once it becomes more corner than what we could ever bring about it, it just keeps on getting… Cornier? Well. Yea. That’s it. Like a gay midget coming out of the cupboard. And slenderman coming out of your closet with free snuggles. Bitch owes me snuggles… That’s cornce
It’s just a corner. Sometimes you’ll sit in it, sometimes you’ll be told to stand in it. Especially as a kid. Oh, man, when you were five? If you decided to take too many candy pieces, then you got in trouble. And of course, you’d be sent to sit in the corner. You couldn’t talk, and you most definitely could not turn around. It’d last about two minutes, but sitting in that corner, it felt like eternity. And eternity is definitely full of corners.
That corner there. I want to sit there. I’ll walk there and face it. Maybe I’ll act depressed there. Corner you’ll save me won’t you? You’ll always be there for me. Unless I’m in a circular room. Then I’m screwed. Corner, I love you.
i sit on the corner… looking at my parents arguing.. i dont know what to do but i know im scared… i need for them to stop.. i need this to get better, I turn to you God, Provide me with sustenance.
It was dark, dank, and filled with a musk unlike that of a man, but rather a most putrid scent, vile on the tongue, one that lingered in the back of ones throat most uncomfortably. It pressed into the back of his mind, as he huddled there, eyes clamped tightly closed and discomfort obvious on his features. His heart was hammering, his mind was blanking, his thoughts were racing as if blurring and clashing against one another in their contradiction of what might be and what was happening; the fear had set in, the anticipation drove him to the edge and back, the fright of it shook him to the core.
She sat in the corner, lonely, waiting. But waiting for what? She didn’t even know. Just alone and waiting. Then she heard footsteps, a man’s footsteps. Who was behind her? It was the man she’d been looking for her whole life, the one.
Corners arethings in the wall its where two walls meet, i love corners they show the true edges of the world, corners are great :)
She turned, seeing the man standing on the corner.
He was only a silhouette, really; nothing about him stood out. You couldn’t see any features. He was just a man, if that.
And, suddenly, she didn’t want to approach. Because what is a man without anything to show? Silhouettes weren’t real.
Nobody puts baby in the corner. Nobody puts Buffy in the corner? Hmm….doesn’t ring true. Put in the corner daily. It’s my inclination, or maybe just natural reaction to expectations.
hiding in the corner,
no thoughts just some mourners
my soul raped and gagged
as I buy more plastic bags
to fill my needs
live by my creed
I must consume
Do not produce
Just drink the juice
Happy drink
makes me stink
makes me feel
good
I need it
No I don’t
maybe I do
help
goodnight
i walked around the corner and found myself cornered by the three men that had been trying to find me for three years. i had spent those years hiding behind corners and under rocks. these three years had not been good to me, i’m broke and in debt, the worst combination…
i used to love this corner in school. it used to be my favourite. generally loners sit in corners. they are nice and cosy mostly. corners make you feel like you’re cut off from the others. so that’s good. i miss my best corner in school and in college. corners make up the world. i love them
i’ve never really liked corners. i’m more of an open air person. corners always had such a negative connotation in my mind. it’s like being trapped where the walls meet. corners are a great way to explain right angles to the little girl i tutor for. in my own little corner in my own little chair.
i like where corner of my house…it helps me to find a inner corner in my own life..things are always hidden in corner ..we need to just find it
I stand on the street corner. I’m smoking a cigar, watching people walk past me. It’s dark and foggy out. No one notices me. I feel alone, yet I’m surrounded by so many people. I’m in my own corner, my own little world.
corner means it is at one side of the place . isquare has four corners .he tripled to the rightfield corner”; “the southeastern corner of the Mediterranean. one side of the place .
I want to die because I hate looking at it, sitting alone in it. All the childhood memories of being in trouble. :( I hate corners, especially the spiders in them, fuck corners. >:(
the corner is suppose to be a place we were put as a kid to sit &”think about what we did” when we did wrong. well i didn’t think of it as that, i thought of it as some quiet time to think about ANYTHING and everything…<3 a place where i could explore my mind and not even have a care for hardly anything at all…
On the corner of 1st and Brown street, stood the tallest tree I have ever known. Grown from a tiny green seedling about 50 years or so ago. It was the place I went for peace quiet and solace.
With a tea spoon of jam, should we spread the jam all over the bread or just in one corner to fully taste it?
He sat aloof, cornered, by the world and his own little heart. There is no greater tragedy than a broken armed He-man!
the place where i sit when i want alone time. I think of girls there and what I would do to them. aghhhh what a relief. i love corners because they have edges that are inversely proportional like Volume to Pressure. however, unlike Volume or Pressure to Temperature.
John rushed into his dressing room and sunk down in the corner, his head in his hands as he tried to cool off from the day’s work. It was already bad enough that RTD had been riding him about the shouting all day, and now he had to change into countless outfits? Madness.
A knock at the door, and John called out a muffled “Just give me five minutes, I’ll be out,” and sighed against his too-large sleeves. John lifted his head to squint as the knob turned and the door opened to a spiky-haired head, granting access to the one person he wouldn’t have kicked the door back in on.
where hookers go to get paid.
aa store.. on the corner of the street..
where ii would go when ii got into trouble.
the R in corner combines with the N to make an M saying comer…
it reminds me of little jack horner who sat in the corner
The corner is the place that connects all of everything together. The corner is the meeting place of all, and of course the place in which darkness hides. The balance of light and dark can be seen at a corner. The corner is the meeting place of
when you were little, you always were told to look into a corner when you were in trouble. but what was that supposed to teach you?
i believe that it gave you the opportunity to face your problems by your self.
maybe we should do that as adults.
just look into a corner next time your in doubt, maybe it’ll do you good
I own it. The corner where you sit. Where you sit and beg for unconditional kisses of love you can only dream of. Now, I’ve decided to take down the walls, so there are no corners left for beggars of the heart. I want only Kings.
“They say true love is found on every corner… Well I must be walking in circles”, even though I could fool someone saying that I wrote this I still have the urge to share it, because this is the best use given to the word corner in a phrase.
it is the time and place where the ends of two edges meet and become one again like how they were meant to be. It is the connecting point of two passageways and the only place where one should sit when lonely
I sat in the corner, head in hands, arms folded protectively around my body. I couldn’t keep this up. I could feel the bruises in every corner of my body, reminding me with every movement of every muscle that it was my choice to put myself through this goddamn torturous training. Arius was right when he said swordsmanship was hard work. Maybe I’d show him a little more respect from now on.
The two sides of rough brick wall jutted into an uneven corner, where a dark head was bowed. The rest of the party was alive with music, bright lights and heat of hundreds of bodies, but the girl sat unnoticed staring into the bottom of her plastic cup
The place where two walls meet. Somewhere that can keep you contained and block vision. symbolic? i think so. :)
corner. some say a limit, I say a boundary to be passed. So simple yet so complex in the thinking a corner can provide. It gives up shelter, it gives us the basic design on mad made objects of this day and age. Corners are quintessential to this new age.
It makes me wonder why people view corners with such negativity. It can be so comforting. Sitting in my corner, covered by the shadows, quietly by myself. No hassles. No worries. Just me contently resting in the dark, hidden from prying eyes.
in the corner, the lonely corner…. why do i have to wear this hat? why do i have to take this, hell im going now.
the corner of everything is the edge it is either good or it is bad one thing that is all. A square has 4 corners. a triangle has three there is no specific corner. Corners are everywhere. They are everywhere but go unoticed.
You are in a corner, when you are late to work.
Once it becomes more corner than what we could ever bring about it, it just keeps on getting… Cornier? Well. Yea. That’s it. Like a gay midget coming out of the cupboard. And slenderman coming out of your closet with free snuggles. Bitch owes me snuggles… That’s cornce
Corners are cool they are the corner of everything.
A square has four corners; the top left is my favorite.
It’s just a corner. Sometimes you’ll sit in it, sometimes you’ll be told to stand in it. Especially as a kid. Oh, man, when you were five? If you decided to take too many candy pieces, then you got in trouble. And of course, you’d be sent to sit in the corner. You couldn’t talk, and you most definitely could not turn around. It’d last about two minutes, but sitting in that corner, it felt like eternity. And eternity is definitely full of corners.
That corner there. I want to sit there. I’ll walk there and face it. Maybe I’ll act depressed there. Corner you’ll save me won’t you? You’ll always be there for me. Unless I’m in a circular room. Then I’m screwed. Corner, I love you.
hookers stand at it hustlers work at it i met you at it when you turned on it corner.
i sit on the corner… looking at my parents arguing.. i dont know what to do but i know im scared… i need for them to stop.. i need this to get better, I turn to you God, Provide me with sustenance.