the corner is the place of sanctuary and the harmony. corners can lead to isolation, but also, corners can be meeting places for new friends. corners are awesome and have many symbolistic meanings.
Remember when we used to sit in the corner by the elevator, against the brick wall? It was “the corner” and we always sat in the chair by the butterfly-painted trash can, underneath the cheap foam tile ceiling into which someone had carved, “fuck.”
Sitting, alone in the corner. All alone, she cries. Turn away, the white roses turn red. Her tears are wiped away in that corner, but those scars never will fade. Ever
a corner is pretty cool because when you get in trouble then the teacher sends you there and you feel really bad and its in the side of a room and it is really pointy and that is it
i think corners are where prostitues go to like get business. lol yea thats all i can think of. wow this time is kinda long ummmm corners are also used when little kids get in trouble and are sent there……orrr can be used to cry in when you are sad…. wow corners are for everyone! GOOOOO CORNERS!!!!!!! (::::::::
I like sitting in the corner, I sit there all the time, too bad my hands get sticky afterwards. Just kidding, I don’t see the point of this website really, it seems so, blank. This website relies on us to serve it, which is stupid. Well there’s 10 seconds left I’ll never do this again.
Over in the corner, the green grass grows. It grows about 90 stories high and smells of tuna fish. It will continue to grow until it get to a point it its life to where it’s just like “WHOOP TIME TO GO TO THE NEXT CORNER.”
In the corner is where we cry our thoughts out. In the corner is where prostitutes get their money, In the corner is where stupid people go. Prostitutes=stupid emotional people.
i live on the corner of 2144th street in queens new york
i always stub my toe on the corner of my desk
the corner of sicilian pizza tastes the best
Corner of ocean avenue. Corners are usually right angles.
she sits alone in the corner, tears in her eyes blade in her had. the colorful walls seem to mock her. reminding her that she could never be as bright as them. she cries.. she whispers “i can’t go on like this” with a last tear in her eye she stands up. walks into the kitchen .. all the walls so colorful, she goes to where the knives are and picks them up, she cries why couldn’t anyone love her? be there for her? hug her? why’d they have to replace her? when she would’ve done anything for a simple ‘hello’…
Behind the corner is where he lies. He is always there. Sneaking upon me. Entering my mind. He is always trying to steal my life from me. I was just a little girl. He was a teenage boy. Why did he do what he did to me?
i already wrote about the word corner! corner is such a silly word anyway. i mean it reminds me of cheese. does that make any sense? probably not at all. imagine a monster eating a corner. not possible. it’s made up of two walls with air in between. unless of course the CORNER of a table is stuck in between that little triangle section of cornerrrr. corner.
it is a curved place with dimensions of all sorts and one small grasp of light within it. this light holds the equation to life. a + p = r but it’s filled, filled with treees, love, and the world itself…
like the corner of a room. where two adjacent walls meet. being stuck in a corner. a place where you have room to move but you choose not to because you’re not sure where to go. maybe you like corners. “could i please have the corner piece of the cake.” It’s crispier that way maybe? funny the way people are.
I turned around the corner and saw him. Butterflies began floating in my stomach and i smiled. Then he glanced in my direction and noticed me. He ran to me, wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight in the best hug I have ever received. <3
I met her at the corner, outside the convenience store, her and a half finished box of Jack Daniels cola. They haven’t made that in years, not that she would drink it if they did, but she stopped being fun long before that.
As she corralled herself into the corner with this year’s yearbook, she sighed. She was happy this year was over, it had been a tough one. She was so ready for summer. For freedom. She smiled to herself, sighed again, and opened the book to revisit all the memories she had had in the past year.
As I sit in the corner, I wonder. How did I end up here? Then I remember. I was a Victor of the 76th Hunger Games. What a disaster those were. My people, The Capitol, obviously hated thiose. They were bloody, even by their standards. Now I am a hovercraft, flying away, far from Panem.
All Credit goes to Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy. If you haven’t read it, read it now!
“In my own little corner, in my own little chair I can be whoever I want to be. On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere and the world will open it’s arms to me.” -Cinderella
I love my corner. The place I spend my time the most, sitting, thinking about the past. I usually think about the times on the farm when the world was good, sun beaming on my face. Grandma loved the farm. And so did I. But times have changed. And now I sit in my corner.
A corner is the intersection of life, where everything just stops. It meets, no turning back and you’re just stuck. Corners can me broken down, but it will still stand in memories.
she sat all alone, in the corner. blade in her had and tears in her eyes. the corner seemed to mock her. its walls were so colorful, taunting her.. telling her she could never be as happy. she cried and cried.. i want to die.. she quietly wispered.. and with that she took the blade.. made one deep cut on her wrist and
He banged his head in the corner. He hadn’t done anything wrong. But he was stuck here. Again. In the corner. Everyone else was busy playing with blocks and trains, but he had to face the wall and be quiet.
This corner is so dark , how can I live like this? This corner can no longer hold me , I’m going away, running away to a better place . You can never catch me. This corner can’t keep me away from love.
There once was a man stuck in at a corner. He could turn, but hat meant that he would have to travel into the unknown. He doesn’t like risks, but what’s behind wasn’t good either. He stayed at the corner, never to move an inch.
He sat in the corner. He was all alone. Nobody cared or wanted to leave their comfort zone to comfort him. That ‘s how humans are; they like to isolate, they like to see that they have power over others. It’s just how it is. He looks down and a tear falls gently into the pie plate.
it’s part of a wall i guess, when two walls connect and…stuff. this is fun.. blah blah nothing else to write. blah.. corners make me feel lonely. lonely corner. OH NO SCHOOL TOMORROW! i hate summer school. shiet. times almost up. blah,
I was waiting at the corner. No particular reason. I look left to see a line of red and white cars drifting past me. A cold wind chills my back. Fall in the city is cold. I take a right and walk desperately to my line of work.
There she was, crying in the corner. Too bad all of my consoling skills left when she pulled away that day, driving out of my life in my brand new convertible. I felt no sympathy for her. I don’t-I can’t- love her anymore.
there is a corner in the street, it is awesome so i like it and stuff, i once hit my head on one, it hurt :( it’s not a nice feeling right? so yeah that and stuffs…..i don’t know what to write…..chesse grater…..i spelt that wrong…NO TIME!!!
the corner is the place of sanctuary and the harmony. corners can lead to isolation, but also, corners can be meeting places for new friends. corners are awesome and have many symbolistic meanings.
Remember when we used to sit in the corner by the elevator, against the brick wall? It was “the corner” and we always sat in the chair by the butterfly-painted trash can, underneath the cheap foam tile ceiling into which someone had carved, “fuck.”
Sitting, alone in the corner. All alone, she cries. Turn away, the white roses turn red. Her tears are wiped away in that corner, but those scars never will fade. Ever
a corner is pretty cool because when you get in trouble then the teacher sends you there and you feel really bad and its in the side of a room and it is really pointy and that is it
Where all the bad kids go.
i think corners are where prostitues go to like get business. lol yea thats all i can think of. wow this time is kinda long ummmm corners are also used when little kids get in trouble and are sent there……orrr can be used to cry in when you are sad…. wow corners are for everyone! GOOOOO CORNERS!!!!!!! (::::::::
I like sitting in the corner, I sit there all the time, too bad my hands get sticky afterwards. Just kidding, I don’t see the point of this website really, it seems so, blank. This website relies on us to serve it, which is stupid. Well there’s 10 seconds left I’ll never do this again.
Over in the corner, the green grass grows. It grows about 90 stories high and smells of tuna fish. It will continue to grow until it get to a point it its life to where it’s just like “WHOOP TIME TO GO TO THE NEXT CORNER.”
I came upon a corner, and looked around to see,
Another city explorer, staring back at me
In the corner is where we cry our thoughts out. In the corner is where prostitutes get their money, In the corner is where stupid people go. Prostitutes=stupid emotional people.
I LIKE PIE…….A LOT
i walked down to the corner store to get a bottle of pepsi. It tasted so good i jizzed my pants, and went home crying. Im pregnet.
i live on the corner of 2144th street in queens new york
i always stub my toe on the corner of my desk
the corner of sicilian pizza tastes the best
Corner of ocean avenue. Corners are usually right angles.
sometimes i feel blind, but then i realize that the things are in the corner of my eyes, just waiting to be noticed. and this page sucks.
she sits alone in the corner, tears in her eyes blade in her had. the colorful walls seem to mock her. reminding her that she could never be as bright as them. she cries.. she whispers “i can’t go on like this” with a last tear in her eye she stands up. walks into the kitchen .. all the walls so colorful, she goes to where the knives are and picks them up, she cries why couldn’t anyone love her? be there for her? hug her? why’d they have to replace her? when she would’ve done anything for a simple ‘hello’…
Behind the corner is where he lies. He is always there. Sneaking upon me. Entering my mind. He is always trying to steal my life from me. I was just a little girl. He was a teenage boy. Why did he do what he did to me?
When backed into one
People become more primal
And try to fight back
i already wrote about the word corner! corner is such a silly word anyway. i mean it reminds me of cheese. does that make any sense? probably not at all. imagine a monster eating a corner. not possible. it’s made up of two walls with air in between. unless of course the CORNER of a table is stuck in between that little triangle section of cornerrrr. corner.
it is a curved place with dimensions of all sorts and one small grasp of light within it. this light holds the equation to life. a + p = r but it’s filled, filled with treees, love, and the world itself…
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like the corner of a room. where two adjacent walls meet. being stuck in a corner. a place where you have room to move but you choose not to because you’re not sure where to go. maybe you like corners. “could i please have the corner piece of the cake.” It’s crispier that way maybe? funny the way people are.
I turned around the corner and saw him. Butterflies began floating in my stomach and i smiled. Then he glanced in my direction and noticed me. He ran to me, wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight in the best hug I have ever received. <3
I met her at the corner, outside the convenience store, her and a half finished box of Jack Daniels cola. They haven’t made that in years, not that she would drink it if they did, but she stopped being fun long before that.
As she corralled herself into the corner with this year’s yearbook, she sighed. She was happy this year was over, it had been a tough one. She was so ready for summer. For freedom. She smiled to herself, sighed again, and opened the book to revisit all the memories she had had in the past year.
Summer ’11!
As I sit in the corner, I wonder. How did I end up here? Then I remember. I was a Victor of the 76th Hunger Games. What a disaster those were. My people, The Capitol, obviously hated thiose. They were bloody, even by their standards. Now I am a hovercraft, flying away, far from Panem.
All Credit goes to Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy. If you haven’t read it, read it now!
dark
jack
plum
pudding
brick wall
scary
trapped
naughty
between 45th and 46th stands a fat hooker a fat hooker with a purpose… to rule the world with her stiletos and rubber underwear.
“In my own little corner, in my own little chair I can be whoever I want to be. On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere and the world will open it’s arms to me.” -Cinderella
I love my corner. The place I spend my time the most, sitting, thinking about the past. I usually think about the times on the farm when the world was good, sun beaming on my face. Grandma loved the farm. And so did I. But times have changed. And now I sit in my corner.
A corner is the intersection of life, where everything just stops. It meets, no turning back and you’re just stuck. Corners can me broken down, but it will still stand in memories.
she sat all alone, in the corner. blade in her had and tears in her eyes. the corner seemed to mock her. its walls were so colorful, taunting her.. telling her she could never be as happy. she cried and cried.. i want to die.. she quietly wispered.. and with that she took the blade.. made one deep cut on her wrist and
A place to hide. A place to get away from the world.
He banged his head in the corner. He hadn’t done anything wrong. But he was stuck here. Again. In the corner. Everyone else was busy playing with blocks and trains, but he had to face the wall and be quiet.
This corner is so dark , how can I live like this? This corner can no longer hold me , I’m going away, running away to a better place . You can never catch me. This corner can’t keep me away from love.
There once was a man stuck in at a corner. He could turn, but hat meant that he would have to travel into the unknown. He doesn’t like risks, but what’s behind wasn’t good either. He stayed at the corner, never to move an inch.
He sat in the corner. He was all alone. Nobody cared or wanted to leave their comfort zone to comfort him. That ‘s how humans are; they like to isolate, they like to see that they have power over others. It’s just how it is. He looks down and a tear falls gently into the pie plate.
it’s part of a wall i guess, when two walls connect and…stuff. this is fun.. blah blah nothing else to write. blah.. corners make me feel lonely. lonely corner. OH NO SCHOOL TOMORROW! i hate summer school. shiet. times almost up. blah,
I was waiting at the corner. No particular reason. I look left to see a line of red and white cars drifting past me. A cold wind chills my back. Fall in the city is cold. I take a right and walk desperately to my line of work.
There she was, crying in the corner. Too bad all of my consoling skills left when she pulled away that day, driving out of my life in my brand new convertible. I felt no sympathy for her. I don’t-I can’t- love her anymore.
there is a corner in the street, it is awesome so i like it and stuff, i once hit my head on one, it hurt :( it’s not a nice feeling right? so yeah that and stuffs…..i don’t know what to write…..chesse grater…..i spelt that wrong…NO TIME!!!