coreners are awesome there are on alot of thing except for circles i fucking hate circles anyways corners are awesome they can help you alot like when ur meeting up with a friend u can say hey man meet me at the corner and hell be like okay man ill be there in a few.
in my office, which is in the corner, it gets really hot. the office is full of windows and the sun just beats down. unfortunately our AC doesn’t work very well…. thus the corner office, while you would think would be awesome, kind of really sucks! anyone want my corner office? i would give it up in a heart beat… i promise!
I’m backed into a corner, the other walls are getting closer and I feel suffocated. There is no door. No window. Barely a light. How can I get out? The simple answer is – I can’t, But my mind struggles to accept my fate and fights none the less. I begin clawing and scratching. To no avail. Goodbye.
She sat huddled in the corner of the stairwell, and it was as if all the misery she had ever felt came rushing into her heart. She was bombarded with demons.
I looked over in the corner.
The woman crouched,
silent and started to pray.
Glancing at the woman,
I only felt sympathy and
regret for what had been done.
It could not be changed.
A tear leaked out of her eyes.
And as she sat,
scared and crying,
I started to weep also.
I sit in the corner of my room, watching the sun’s ray travel. They give me little comfort, however, because this room is empty and white. I didn’t want this to happen. They made me do it. And now, I’m trapped here for all eternity.
The sun’s rays turn into moonlight, but I can’t find time to sleep. I’m too distraught…and I want to get out.
When you turn a corner, you never know what you’re going to find.
It could be amazing, it could be terrifying, but you never know until you turn that corner.
the girl stayed on her course as she turned around the corner. When she did, it was like she had entered a new world. The streets were in such stark contrast that it appeared as if, like a painting whose artist had given up halfway through, the world ended at the curb.
I was never put in the corner, but I was never in the spotlight. Just the middle shadow, far enough in the light to be seen, but deep enough in the shadows to be hidden. That was my realm, where I lived and loved.
one day, when i walked past the corner, the girl of my dreams passed me. i didn’t know what to do, at the corner. her boyfriend showed up with her. i sat by the corner, alone, forever.
Similiar to corn, something to be safe in sleep towards with our back a place of a room corner is something you’d want to go when you want to back off of the world the peolple etc.
she tucked herself away in the corner, she felt nothing but that awful feeling she felt that night. The night her innocense was taken away, the night she ran into him. If only she had listened to her father and drank sprite instead.
i sat in the corner and thought. I sat and I thought. All day long i just sat there.Thinking. Wondering what my life had really become. Why was I here? Was this what I was really supposed to be? Where will I be in the future?
the girl cowered in the corner. she had never been in trouble like this before. she could only imagine what her father would say about this. the look on his face may just kill her. suddenly, the teacher looked over. she was about to be punished.
oh i ran around the corner and i ran around the block and i ran right in to a doughnut shop *ugh* well i picked up a doughnut and i wiped off the grease and i handed the lady a five cent piece, well she looked at the nickel and she looked at me and she said “this money’s no good you see, there’s a hole in the middle and it goes right through” and i said “there’s a hole in the doughnut too, thanks for the doughnut, toodle-loo!”
Sitting in the corner’lohoward waited for sdpenelope to come down in her new dress. He didnt know if he could look at her after qher comments yesterday.
well the corner of the room was so unbelievably underestimated that when the potted plant went over there to talk to it it was like ” nooo way man this is my hood” and the plant felt so bad that he went to space with a donkey. After visiting a good portion of the Kuiper belt, they decided to call it a day.
corners are made when two walls meet. they are great when you don’t want to look at something as they cover your field of view. many hobos pees in corners so i avoid public ones
corners are where we stand for punishment. We hide in them. We put ourselves there, we try to identify things and get backed into them. Corners are where enrgry is trapped, where we have no more room for flow. We are faced with the corner we are faced with sharpness with division. we never know what to do with them.
I’m in the corner of my life, between graduation and university. I’m turning into a new country, new people, maybe even a new me. I just hope I don’t get dirty water on my by a car passing by. Life can be mean like that sometimes, when you’re waiting on a corner. It’d be nice if you waited with me.
They usually help me hide. Some people pee in them. I drink that pee. Usually drunkards and hobos live in corners. Corners are always there for you. It’s like a safe haven for being scared.
I saw him, waiting at the corner before our homeroom. He’s smiling at me, and it makes what I’m about to do so much harder. We’ve been together for three years, but I just can’t pretend anymore.
“I don’t love you” I say.
And his smile disappears.
there was a shaded vernanda with a dusty floor. All y thoughts were irected to a corner, where a heap of refuse mped against the angles of the adjoining walls. Uh I thought, “Do I really have tclean all of this up?” With all the servants gone, this now became my duty. Yet I was loath dt do it.
One time I was in the corner. It was fucking awesome, i could rest my head up against both walls at the same time. Later, it got scary though, theres no where to look! Look right? Wall! Look left? Wall!! I shat myself from fear.
The merry milkmaid went back to her business of naked humming and Jensen cracked his eyes yet again to see if this was indeed happening to him. After all he’d been through in the last few days, to find this corner of heaven was almost too hard to believe.
i see a fire extinguisher in the corner of my office room. I think corners are really special because one can do so much with them. I love to place L – shaped furniture in the corners.. I like to go sit in the corner and read a book rocking on an arm chair. I don’t know why corners have such a negativity associated with them , i find them pretty interesting.
At the corner stands many things. Forgotten objects, prostitutes, dealers. Corners may either be outward or inward, depending on importance. Silly things tend to reside in or on corners, trivial things, things that ought not be dealt with and kept from.
coreners are awesome there are on alot of thing except for circles i fucking hate circles anyways corners are awesome they can help you alot like when ur meeting up with a friend u can say hey man meet me at the corner and hell be like okay man ill be there in a few.
Being in a corner, being socially acquired and alone.
in my office, which is in the corner, it gets really hot. the office is full of windows and the sun just beats down. unfortunately our AC doesn’t work very well…. thus the corner office, while you would think would be awesome, kind of really sucks! anyone want my corner office? i would give it up in a heart beat… i promise!
When i’ find myself in this place, everything comes out. I lash out in some way. Good, bad, or ugly.
I’m backed into a corner, the other walls are getting closer and I feel suffocated. There is no door. No window. Barely a light. How can I get out? The simple answer is – I can’t, But my mind struggles to accept my fate and fights none the less. I begin clawing and scratching. To no avail. Goodbye.
She sat huddled in the corner of the stairwell, and it was as if all the misery she had ever felt came rushing into her heart. She was bombarded with demons.
I looked over in the corner.
The woman crouched,
silent and started to pray.
Glancing at the woman,
I only felt sympathy and
regret for what had been done.
It could not be changed.
A tear leaked out of her eyes.
And as she sat,
scared and crying,
I started to weep also.
I sit in the corner of my room, watching the sun’s ray travel. They give me little comfort, however, because this room is empty and white. I didn’t want this to happen. They made me do it. And now, I’m trapped here for all eternity.
The sun’s rays turn into moonlight, but I can’t find time to sleep. I’m too distraught…and I want to get out.
I was at the corner or, oak and pine street when i watched a man die. I was only 5. This is when i realized the world is a horrible place!
When you turn a corner, you never know what you’re going to find.
It could be amazing, it could be terrifying, but you never know until you turn that corner.
the girl stayed on her course as she turned around the corner. When she did, it was like she had entered a new world. The streets were in such stark contrast that it appeared as if, like a painting whose artist had given up halfway through, the world ended at the curb.
i have 4 in my room. many in my mind. i think of being trapped, lonely, and being at a dead end.
Little-Jack sat in one. Satin won. Dog-eared, doll-geared. Dahl and naan. Mmmm. Watch where you stick that thumb, Jack.
Little kid
put in corner
trouble
time out
Not good
Time out chair
I was never put in the corner, but I was never in the spotlight. Just the middle shadow, far enough in the light to be seen, but deep enough in the shadows to be hidden. That was my realm, where I lived and loved.
one day, when i walked past the corner, the girl of my dreams passed me. i didn’t know what to do, at the corner. her boyfriend showed up with her. i sat by the corner, alone, forever.
Similiar to corn, something to be safe in sleep towards with our back a place of a room corner is something you’d want to go when you want to back off of the world the peolple etc.
she tucked herself away in the corner, she felt nothing but that awful feeling she felt that night. The night her innocense was taken away, the night she ran into him. If only she had listened to her father and drank sprite instead.
i hate you
why corner?
i don’t know something about corner
wtf?
what i should say abou “corner”
is stupid
where i was trapped. but not im footloose, my only boundary my own laziness, no corners just burned out and too high too uch of the time
i sat in the corner and thought. I sat and I thought. All day long i just sat there.Thinking. Wondering what my life had really become. Why was I here? Was this what I was really supposed to be? Where will I be in the future?
in the corner is where all the dreams and hopes lie upon each other.
the girl cowered in the corner. she had never been in trouble like this before. she could only imagine what her father would say about this. the look on his face may just kill her. suddenly, the teacher looked over. she was about to be punished.
“What are you doing?”
“Working.”
“Here?”
“You’re judging me.”
“I’m not.”
“But you are.”
oh i ran around the corner and i ran around the block and i ran right in to a doughnut shop *ugh* well i picked up a doughnut and i wiped off the grease and i handed the lady a five cent piece, well she looked at the nickel and she looked at me and she said “this money’s no good you see, there’s a hole in the middle and it goes right through” and i said “there’s a hole in the doughnut too, thanks for the doughnut, toodle-loo!”
Sitting in the corner’lohoward waited for sdpenelope to come down in her new dress. He didnt know if he could look at her after qher comments yesterday.
The cat hid behind the wall cleaning her front paw. She just finished chasing the one eyed monster around the room
well the corner of the room was so unbelievably underestimated that when the potted plant went over there to talk to it it was like ” nooo way man this is my hood” and the plant felt so bad that he went to space with a donkey. After visiting a good portion of the Kuiper belt, they decided to call it a day.
corners are made when two walls meet. they are great when you don’t want to look at something as they cover your field of view. many hobos pees in corners so i avoid public ones
corners are where we stand for punishment. We hide in them. We put ourselves there, we try to identify things and get backed into them. Corners are where enrgry is trapped, where we have no more room for flow. We are faced with the corner we are faced with sharpness with division. we never know what to do with them.
I’m in the corner of my life, between graduation and university. I’m turning into a new country, new people, maybe even a new me. I just hope I don’t get dirty water on my by a car passing by. Life can be mean like that sometimes, when you’re waiting on a corner. It’d be nice if you waited with me.
The dirt and trash lined street on the corner of Essex and South was the only place I knew to look for her. She used to work there last I knew.
They usually help me hide. Some people pee in them. I drink that pee. Usually drunkards and hobos live in corners. Corners are always there for you. It’s like a safe haven for being scared.
I saw him, waiting at the corner before our homeroom. He’s smiling at me, and it makes what I’m about to do so much harder. We’ve been together for three years, but I just can’t pretend anymore.
“I don’t love you” I say.
And his smile disappears.
there was a shaded vernanda with a dusty floor. All y thoughts were irected to a corner, where a heap of refuse mped against the angles of the adjoining walls. Uh I thought, “Do I really have tclean all of this up?” With all the servants gone, this now became my duty. Yet I was loath dt do it.
One time I was in the corner. It was fucking awesome, i could rest my head up against both walls at the same time. Later, it got scary though, theres no where to look! Look right? Wall! Look left? Wall!! I shat myself from fear.
The merry milkmaid went back to her business of naked humming and Jensen cracked his eyes yet again to see if this was indeed happening to him. After all he’d been through in the last few days, to find this corner of heaven was almost too hard to believe.
i see a fire extinguisher in the corner of my office room. I think corners are really special because one can do so much with them. I love to place L – shaped furniture in the corners.. I like to go sit in the corner and read a book rocking on an arm chair. I don’t know why corners have such a negativity associated with them , i find them pretty interesting.
At the corner stands many things. Forgotten objects, prostitutes, dealers. Corners may either be outward or inward, depending on importance. Silly things tend to reside in or on corners, trivial things, things that ought not be dealt with and kept from.
She was stuck in unexpected embraces and gross sloppy kisses. High School.