this makes me think of a street corner, in the summer. it’s a happy word, and people are smiling and drinking lemonade. a corner could also be a lonely place, if you don’t want to be there. you never want to get stuck in a corner, because that probably means you’re in time out.
i was walking around a corner when i saw my friend billy standing their with my favorite type of ice cream called blue moon , that tastes like heaven , and he told be he would buy me a cone , if i came with , soo i did and got an ice cream! :D and now im too fulll to contiue typoing YAY
He backed her into the corner of the room. Her eyes were bright with fear. He outstretched his hand slowly, not wanting to scare her any further. She shut her eyes and yanked her head to the side as though she was expecting him to hit her.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a women crying at street corner. I asked what was wrong and she told me through sobs and tears that she had lost her child. I said I would help her find her child. She said hes not coming back.
corner is the place in a room where you get sent if your bad. and your teacher or parent is like “GO SIT IN THE CORNER!” and then you have to face the wall whilst sitting in the corner, and you often feel depressed because you’ve failed. Yep, that’s a corner.
On the corner of Main Street and Depot. That’s where he lived. I think he moved down the street a year or two ago. The fact is, I don’t care anymore. I kind of wish I did, but… nah.
sharp edge i turn when walking down a hallway the beginning or the end different places you can go i can disappear i can appear pick a boo turning turning turning
No one puts baby in a corner.
I hate corners…well, if my nose is in them, but that’s been like 17 years ago.
I love corners…they make decorating easier – easier to push furniture around.
I must stop and consider where to go. Peek around the corner, what is there? Do I like it, is it scary? Turn a corner. Turn the corner. Turn down the corner of a good book and save your place.
of the street. it is under the stop sign and the easist place to take a wrong turn. there is a coffee shop to the right and street lights flashing in the corner of my eye. its hazy there are plenty of sounds swooshing past but everything is still
Hookers hang out at this particular place.. but they hang out other places too. This one is just notorious. Hahah, who writes something like that? It’s sad that;s the first thing that came to mind too. I honestly can’t think of any other thing to say about the word ‘corner’.
There I was, once again, standing in the corner facing the wall. My crime? Talking in class. The teacher never asked me what I was talking about. She just assumed I was up to no good and pointed to the back left corner of the room.
Perhaps I was discussion the math equation she had put on the board. We were studying proofs now and it was boring as hell. Especially in the corner.
We were dicussing a game we play in class. If we raise our hand to ask a question, and if the teacher was writing on the board. She would turn, answer the question–and keep her arm in the entire time. We were gambling. Who could get her to keep her arm in the air the longest.
The corner of New York is very crowded. There are thousands of people here holding bags with corners on this corner. The corner of our minds is a place we cannot escape in which we are trapped. The corner of our hearts is the limit of trust we can hold for one.
of the room that is where the walls meet. sometimes you are stuck in the corner but you have a good view of the whole room. what about a fly on the wall? can they be in the corner too? the edgyness of corners is appealing to me, in thinking more about it I like the outside corner better than the inside corner. what about brownies and the corner pieces in the pan? those are waaaay better than the middle.
In the corner of the room there was a box. There was nothing written on it. Just six brown faces, closed at the top. She walked over to the dark corner, enticed by its simplicity. Upon opening it, it was not simple at all. Colors burst out, enveloping the plain room with life and disorder. Although she was known for being meticulous and routinely, she thought it was a nice change from ordinary; it was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
i’m at the corner right now. waiting for something or someone to come and pick me up to help get me out of this spot. it’s cold and weird, and i don’t really feel comfortable. just want this to be over at least at the corner i have a choice of where to go, better than a dead end.
In the corner of my bedroom there is way too much stuff. There are all my grody clothes and whatnot. There’s also stuff I don’t use like books. I mean who uses books anyways? Overall when I think about corner I think of my room. Then comes corner bakery. I’m not a huge fan but it’s decent. Their lemonade is nice
Nobody puts baby in a corner, but Little Jack Horner ain’t nobody’s baby. He’ll take over the corner and spread through the room like a weed and eat baby up like a bit of Christmas pie.
As I sit in this corner, I am in my room: my soon-to-be old room. It’s been my home for over eighteen years now. Over eighteen years. It is the equivalent to my lifespan. I’ve wanted to leave this place for a long time now, years. Now the time has finally come when I have to leave, and I can’t help but notice the severe nostalgia already kicking in. I never liked this place much, was never here, always out doing something. But I slept here, I formed my friendships here, I played here, I smoked here, I drank here, I ate here, I cried here, I found out good news and bad news here, I learned lessons here and let go of the past here. And now it’s time to let go of this past. I just can’t believe it. Where do all the years go? Where will I go. This is the end. This is the beginning. This is life.
And now I’m cornered. It was fear that drove me here . . . only love, peace and the desire to grow and nurtured and be in the light will lead me out. I’m ready, here I come.
On the corner, James drops his cigarette, which had been smoked to the filter. He thought about picking it up, but decided he’d smoked enough today. A bus whizzed past, filling his nostrils with deisel, reminding him of fields trips as a kid.
The place of the naughty child. To sit and contemplate the wrong doings. To stare, at perhaps nothing. It is what it is. “Go to the Corner.” Being backed into a corner. Feeling cornered. I have been there, we all have. But how does one get out? When the thinking is done; turn around and walk forward.
“I always wanted a daughter named Ellie.”
a man reading my nametag at the liquor store, as I’m ringing up his beers. it catches me by surprise; I say nothing; just keep my hands moving.
“There’s always adoption.” I’m not paying attention to what I’m saying, and I’m not sure that came across as politely as I intended it to. He winces.
A corner? So simple. So eloquent. A corner is a turning point. A corner is where you can take things to a whole new level. A corner is also where you can pick up prostitutes. I love corners.
round, the bended back side of the depth from which was rent the light under the scrutiny of shadow, to be taken in strife at the request of the enveloped assailant of proverbial profundity extending through the panoply of human guises that could define that as the place to be relieved of the possible
I once believed the corner of your heart would hold me in place. But I was just being silly cause that corner just lead me out faster than in. What happened to the days I was in the center? I miss it.
Corners are everywhere. Once I bumped into an old friend. He was just round the corner. Around other corner there was my cater-cousin. So we went to pub and rejoiced.
Around the corner, the stranger stood clad in a black trench coat and cowboy boots. I stared.
Cowboy boots? Those so do not go with that outfit!! What is wrong with today’s society??
Anyways… I went up to the stranger. Do you have the goods? He stared at me with a look a that a dead fish would possess staring unseeingly up at the butcher.
I turned the corner and saw it. Never before had a corner so changed me and molded me, but I saw it. It was the most breathtaking building that I have ever seen, and I realized that it must be at least 7 hundred years old. I thought to myself, “This was around before America was even born.” That moment changed me. I realized that the world is beautiful and God is good. So good.
this makes me think of a street corner, in the summer. it’s a happy word, and people are smiling and drinking lemonade. a corner could also be a lonely place, if you don’t want to be there. you never want to get stuck in a corner, because that probably means you’re in time out.
what the heck? i am in the corner of your attention…this is so hard…i can not make up things to say…ok…I am done!
the area in a room that i like to crawl into when i am sad. my corner makes me think about what as been going on lately. makes me feel a lil better :)
i love corners because it is hot… and cant be disturbed coners are pretty much lonely…coners are cool :)
i was walking around a corner when i saw my friend billy standing their with my favorite type of ice cream called blue moon , that tastes like heaven , and he told be he would buy me a cone , if i came with , soo i did and got an ice cream! :D and now im too fulll to contiue typoing YAY
He backed her into the corner of the room. Her eyes were bright with fear. He outstretched his hand slowly, not wanting to scare her any further. She shut her eyes and yanked her head to the side as though she was expecting him to hit her.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a women crying at street corner. I asked what was wrong and she told me through sobs and tears that she had lost her child. I said I would help her find her child. She said hes not coming back.
corner is the place in a room where you get sent if your bad. and your teacher or parent is like “GO SIT IN THE CORNER!” and then you have to face the wall whilst sitting in the corner, and you often feel depressed because you’ve failed. Yep, that’s a corner.
On the corner of Main Street and Depot. That’s where he lived. I think he moved down the street a year or two ago. The fact is, I don’t care anymore. I kind of wish I did, but… nah.
sharp edge i turn when walking down a hallway the beginning or the end different places you can go i can disappear i can appear pick a boo turning turning turning
I think of fruit stands and hot dog stands. But I also randomly thought about prostitutes LOL does this make me weird? o,O
No one puts baby in a corner.
I hate corners…well, if my nose is in them, but that’s been like 17 years ago.
I love corners…they make decorating easier – easier to push furniture around.
And I love my corner of the blog lands!
She turned the corner and there he was.
waiting for her.
that’s it.
this was the end.
it was supposed to be the beginning.
she felt it was the end.
I must stop and consider where to go. Peek around the corner, what is there? Do I like it, is it scary? Turn a corner. Turn the corner. Turn down the corner of a good book and save your place.
of the street. it is under the stop sign and the easist place to take a wrong turn. there is a coffee shop to the right and street lights flashing in the corner of my eye. its hazy there are plenty of sounds swooshing past but everything is still
Hookers hang out at this particular place.. but they hang out other places too. This one is just notorious. Hahah, who writes something like that? It’s sad that;s the first thing that came to mind too. I honestly can’t think of any other thing to say about the word ‘corner’.
There I was, once again, standing in the corner facing the wall. My crime? Talking in class. The teacher never asked me what I was talking about. She just assumed I was up to no good and pointed to the back left corner of the room.
Perhaps I was discussion the math equation she had put on the board. We were studying proofs now and it was boring as hell. Especially in the corner.
We were dicussing a game we play in class. If we raise our hand to ask a question, and if the teacher was writing on the board. She would turn, answer the question–and keep her arm in the entire time. We were gambling. Who could get her to keep her arm in the air the longest.
The corner of New York is very crowded. There are thousands of people here holding bags with corners on this corner. The corner of our minds is a place we cannot escape in which we are trapped. The corner of our hearts is the limit of trust we can hold for one.
The corner of his lips turned up in that sweet little smile of his when he wasn’t supposed to think I was funny, but he did anyway.
The place where two edges meet. It’s pretty lonely there, it’s furthest from the middle. Poor corner.
Backed up, and boxed in
Nervous, on needles and pins
Shrinking down into the dark
In the corner of this concrete park
Await your fate
of the room that is where the walls meet. sometimes you are stuck in the corner but you have a good view of the whole room. what about a fly on the wall? can they be in the corner too? the edgyness of corners is appealing to me, in thinking more about it I like the outside corner better than the inside corner. what about brownies and the corner pieces in the pan? those are waaaay better than the middle.
In the corner of the room there was a box. There was nothing written on it. Just six brown faces, closed at the top. She walked over to the dark corner, enticed by its simplicity. Upon opening it, it was not simple at all. Colors burst out, enveloping the plain room with life and disorder. Although she was known for being meticulous and routinely, she thought it was a nice change from ordinary; it was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
i’m at the corner right now. waiting for something or someone to come and pick me up to help get me out of this spot. it’s cold and weird, and i don’t really feel comfortable. just want this to be over at least at the corner i have a choice of where to go, better than a dead end.
In the corner of my bedroom there is way too much stuff. There are all my grody clothes and whatnot. There’s also stuff I don’t use like books. I mean who uses books anyways? Overall when I think about corner I think of my room. Then comes corner bakery. I’m not a huge fan but it’s decent. Their lemonade is nice
Nobody puts baby in a corner, but Little Jack Horner ain’t nobody’s baby. He’ll take over the corner and spread through the room like a weed and eat baby up like a bit of Christmas pie.
I’ve been cornered. I’m not sure if I walked here or if you put me here, all of you. But I chose this way, and here I am: cornered.
As I sit in this corner, I am in my room: my soon-to-be old room. It’s been my home for over eighteen years now. Over eighteen years. It is the equivalent to my lifespan. I’ve wanted to leave this place for a long time now, years. Now the time has finally come when I have to leave, and I can’t help but notice the severe nostalgia already kicking in. I never liked this place much, was never here, always out doing something. But I slept here, I formed my friendships here, I played here, I smoked here, I drank here, I ate here, I cried here, I found out good news and bad news here, I learned lessons here and let go of the past here. And now it’s time to let go of this past. I just can’t believe it. Where do all the years go? Where will I go. This is the end. This is the beginning. This is life.
And now I’m cornered. It was fear that drove me here . . . only love, peace and the desire to grow and nurtured and be in the light will lead me out. I’m ready, here I come.
On the corner, James drops his cigarette, which had been smoked to the filter. He thought about picking it up, but decided he’d smoked enough today. A bus whizzed past, filling his nostrils with deisel, reminding him of fields trips as a kid.
The place of the naughty child. To sit and contemplate the wrong doings. To stare, at perhaps nothing. It is what it is. “Go to the Corner.” Being backed into a corner. Feeling cornered. I have been there, we all have. But how does one get out? When the thinking is done; turn around and walk forward.
“I always wanted a daughter named Ellie.”
a man reading my nametag at the liquor store, as I’m ringing up his beers. it catches me by surprise; I say nothing; just keep my hands moving.
“There’s always adoption.” I’m not paying attention to what I’m saying, and I’m not sure that came across as politely as I intended it to. He winces.
A corner? So simple. So eloquent. A corner is a turning point. A corner is where you can take things to a whole new level. A corner is also where you can pick up prostitutes. I love corners.
if i had seen you at the corner the very first time i saw you, i would have run to you even though i would have had no idea who you are
wel ihave a beautiful corner in my house.. corner also reminds me of my childhood…i used to stand at d corner when my hw wasnt complete.
round, the bended back side of the depth from which was rent the light under the scrutiny of shadow, to be taken in strife at the request of the enveloped assailant of proverbial profundity extending through the panoply of human guises that could define that as the place to be relieved of the possible
I once believed the corner of your heart would hold me in place. But I was just being silly cause that corner just lead me out faster than in. What happened to the days I was in the center? I miss it.
Corners are everywhere. Once I bumped into an old friend. He was just round the corner. Around other corner there was my cater-cousin. So we went to pub and rejoiced.
Around the corner, the stranger stood clad in a black trench coat and cowboy boots. I stared.
Cowboy boots? Those so do not go with that outfit!! What is wrong with today’s society??
Anyways… I went up to the stranger. Do you have the goods? He stared at me with a look a that a dead fish would possess staring unseeingly up at the butcher.
I turned the corner and saw it. Never before had a corner so changed me and molded me, but I saw it. It was the most breathtaking building that I have ever seen, and I realized that it must be at least 7 hundred years old. I thought to myself, “This was around before America was even born.” That moment changed me. I realized that the world is beautiful and God is good. So good.