Knock is a stand up comedy game for kinect 2.0. you tell knock-knock jokes and other players (watching your live stream) can rate your performance automatically by the natural reactions to your performance. Petra also rates you too by checking your facial expressions and voice etc.
When I knock on a door I hope for an answer. I do not always get one. At that point I get discouraged in what I am trying to do. When I do knock on a door and get an answer I get excited that what I am doing is able to be followed through with. I teach my daughter to knock on doors before she enters a room because it is proper to do so as to not interrupt somebody doing something important.
There was a knock on the door. When I heard it I jolted up from my position on the couch. How long had I been asleep for? It could not be 7:00. There was no way it was time for him to be there. The knock sounded again; panicked I scrambled off to open the door. To my relief it was not Bradley.
SHe knocked on his door awaiting. She didn’t expect him to answer, she just knew she needed to take the plunge. Apologies are not often given with such genuine intention, and she wanted him to have that. Another knock, no answer. She left, defeated.
Most people in today’s world give too much importance to their career and especially in piling up more wealth so that they dont hesitate to knock down others for grabbing oppurtunities.
Knock it out. Knock it out of the fucking park. I want to live this life better than I am living it now. I hate what I am doing and I want more. but i can’t ask for more from anyone else, only from myself. I’m lazy and undeserving. On top of that I’km wallowing in self pity. I need to help myself. Other. I need to be better but I’m still lost in the fact that I am useless and I’m doing nothing about it. circles.circles.
What was that? My entire life I would have never dreamed this day would come. He was here, he had finally come for me. KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK. I open the door to see my one true love, the one I cherish. Before I could say a word, he got down on one knee. That was when my life began.
At first it was just one or two. Then three, then five and then too numerous to count. He shrugged them off his wearied shoulders as he soldiered on top of wide, sun-baked roofs lining the terracotta city of Florence, paying no heed to the steady throbbing invading his head at every landing.
I CAN’T KNOCK ANY MORE FOR fear of bruising my knuckles, wearing them raw like the fear I feel now with the wind at my back, the night raging with the sound of the sea on the rocks below. There is no one to answer and there is no way to get into the stone cottage. I am sure I will be locked out for the whole night and all I can do is look for some kind of shelter, some kind of softness where I can curl up and rock myself through the night and hope that the morning will awaken a way forward for me. Fear howls through my ears, reminding me of what I have done, what I have chosen finally after letting time bank up for too long while I waited.
At the back of the cottage there is a small covered porch and on it a ragged couch and on it a pile of old towels.
Knock on the door and step back and thing. He said to me, once, that I knock strangely, too lightly, like I don’t really want people to hear on the other side that I’m there, and that has always confused me a little. I never quite knew what he meant. So I reconsider my knock and knock harder, much harder, to prove him wrong.
Knocking incessantly. There is a knock of passion, pounding constantly on my soul. What is the passion? I don’t know yet. I’ll find out when I open the door.
one day i went to shopping and i knock something off the shelves … although i have never really did that but i not sure why the knock ing story just pop up … lol … 60 sec is not up yet … knock knock knock .. time u are drunk … go home … lol
door. knock knock jokes. enter if friend, walk away if for. speak friend and enter. line from lord of the rings. quote that. knock at home. knock on a friend’s door.
I knocked on the door and he opened it. I walked right in. Finally. I had found that someone who I had been looking for without even realizing it. He was the one who made the flowers grow in even the saddest parts of my soul.
A knock on the door can start an adventure or end a day. Is it Gandalf offering you the one ring or the pizza boy three hours late with your four cheese and veggie? Or an old friend showing up out of the blue, needing a place to crash for the night. Knock knock, who’s there? No one you know.
hARD, like on wood, or knocked up, a really really difficult situation in which to find oneself or please knock..the door will not be open unless you have made it clear that you are someone allowed entry, so knock with the special only you know knock..and then..we
a stranger comes by on a sunday evening,
trying to sell me the grace of God
with promises of love and fulfillment
the pamphlets he hands me feel like
cheap napkins fallen off of diner tables,
the ones with neatly scrawled ‘call me’s,
an invitation to lonely bodies.
i don’t know what i’m waiting for.
he adjusts his glasses.
genuinely: no miss, i can’t stay for tea,
i’ve got so many people to speak to
tonight. and i think, what is this new life
i’m supposed to find if i’m still standing
by the burner alone?
i close the door on him when i can no longer
meet his eyes
You dominate. You infuse me with passion. You take my quaking thighs and shaky breathes and push further. You count the knock of the headboard against my wall, as a measure. The tempo. The power. The depth. Oh it sends my senses on a frenzy. I’ve lost control. I don’t care. You control. You own. You take. You cherish. Your lust fuels me even when I think I can go no further. My sexual need. My drive is you.
“Knock knock knocking on heaven’s doooooooor” she sang happily as she folded the washing. She may be a housewife with three children now but she’ll never forget the days she spent at Guns and Roses concerts and the nights she spent at the crazy after parties!
Allow me to walk to your door. To knock on it. For you to let me in.
Please let me into you. I wish to be inside. Your warmth is real past these doors.
I want to be welcomed with open arms and legs.
Let me knock.
Let me in.
Knock knock who’s there is it a murderer or is it the open road yes yes it’s the white paint line that got up from going straight to the end of my heart this country and its knocking asking you to oh won’t you please join it and me and everyone, and i say i don’t know I’m so hard of hearing.
Once, twice, three times. That’s how many knocks I heard; that’s how long it took to turn my blood to ice. It froze solid in my veins, stiffening my muscles and blocking my oxygen. I was as still as stone, and just as useless.
what the fuck knock on a door
i don’t know
knock on wood
that’s superstition
leprechauns and stuff
knock over buildings
knock knock who’s there
jokes
lot’s of jokes
so many knock knock jokes
knocking
knock sounds and looks so strange after a while.
i hate that word. “knocking”. it could mean many peaceful and vibrant meanings but the word fills my head with many unpleasant thoughts. i just simply don’t like it. but oh well, i wonder what the man who created the word was thinking?
another knock at the door and I’m wondering whom is on the other side trying to knock me. Not interested, I continue to knock away at the keys designing, typing and more or less living in a digital world for 9 hours per day. Knock that
A significant sound.
Someone has come to visit, specifically to my name. But who might it be?
Perhaps a package, or even an assassin. I shall never know until I make the decision to open the door. I must make the leap to explore the unknown before knowing what might be on the other end.
He heard a knock on the door, several panicked knocks. He steeled himself before walking over to the door.
“Who is it” he called out the worry seeping through his chest.
“Gary just open the damn door!” shouted his best friend who was behind the door.
The sound of anticipation and a surprise waiting. It’s what I wish to happen every day. To hear that sound of mystery and to open the door and to see him standing there like a dummy while my jaw drops from shock and my eyes start tearing up until I fall into his arm and hug him, calling him and idiot and telling him I hate him while I love him a thousand times more.
Knock
Knock
Knock
He stood at the door waiting for her to open. he was scared, and he was nervous of what she would say. He was ready to tell her that he loves her.
Knock down the door!
All falls in centers of walls
Shallow and little is the stability seen
And Boom to you another
Boom
What in this dim lit hallway could awaken me
From castles
of boom
boom boom
What
but a knock
I already wrote about knock. I refreshed the page, and this website gave me ‘knock’ again… is it just one word that they give to everybody?? Or have people gotten different words… I’m so puzzled.
A low knocking sound at the door drew me from my bed and down the stairs. Pulling the door open with a heavy hand I stared into a face I hadn’t imagined seeing again in this lifetime, let alone at 3:04 in the morning during what had to be one of the worst storms we’d had in a decade. “Kara?”
“Hi,” she said and, though her features were obscured by the darkness and her makeup smudged from the rain, I couldn’t help but think I’d never seen her look more beautiful. “Can I come in?”
I wanted to say no. But, when it came to her, I’d never been able to master that particular word. “Yeah, sure,”
I heard a knocking, a rapping at my chamber door. Poe wrote this in the darkest of his days. Yet were all his days not the darkest? I sit here a poet with a fleeting sense of hope, and the man would laugh in my very face.
knock at the door, turn on the porch light, someone is home. Put on a smile, say your warmest greeting. Invite them into your home. Play a game, sit by the fire. Knock at the door. Make friends, make memories. Reminisce.
Even with the Fist on, he announced his presence by knocking. He swung his hand back, smiled, flexed his fingers, and delivered the traditional notice of visitation. Except of course, when his knuckles touched, the door splintered like glass from a bullet. His victim, upon hearing the sound, as if he knew he would be doomed, didn’t turn from his laptop screen. Just a faintest twitch of the lower thigh muscles, a finger frozen in a mouse click.
Knock is a stand up comedy game for kinect 2.0. you tell knock-knock jokes and other players (watching your live stream) can rate your performance automatically by the natural reactions to your performance. Petra also rates you too by checking your facial expressions and voice etc.
When I knock on a door I hope for an answer. I do not always get one. At that point I get discouraged in what I am trying to do. When I do knock on a door and get an answer I get excited that what I am doing is able to be followed through with. I teach my daughter to knock on doors before she enters a room because it is proper to do so as to not interrupt somebody doing something important.
There was a knock on the door. When I heard it I jolted up from my position on the couch. How long had I been asleep for? It could not be 7:00. There was no way it was time for him to be there. The knock sounded again; panicked I scrambled off to open the door. To my relief it was not Bradley.
SHe knocked on his door awaiting. She didn’t expect him to answer, she just knew she needed to take the plunge. Apologies are not often given with such genuine intention, and she wanted him to have that. Another knock, no answer. She left, defeated.
Most people in today’s world give too much importance to their career and especially in piling up more wealth so that they dont hesitate to knock down others for grabbing oppurtunities.
Knock it out. Knock it out of the fucking park. I want to live this life better than I am living it now. I hate what I am doing and I want more. but i can’t ask for more from anyone else, only from myself. I’m lazy and undeserving. On top of that I’km wallowing in self pity. I need to help myself. Other. I need to be better but I’m still lost in the fact that I am useless and I’m doing nothing about it. circles.circles.
What was that? My entire life I would have never dreamed this day would come. He was here, he had finally come for me. KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK. I open the door to see my one true love, the one I cherish. Before I could say a word, he got down on one knee. That was when my life began.
At first it was just one or two. Then three, then five and then too numerous to count. He shrugged them off his wearied shoulders as he soldiered on top of wide, sun-baked roofs lining the terracotta city of Florence, paying no heed to the steady throbbing invading his head at every landing.
I CAN’T KNOCK ANY MORE FOR fear of bruising my knuckles, wearing them raw like the fear I feel now with the wind at my back, the night raging with the sound of the sea on the rocks below. There is no one to answer and there is no way to get into the stone cottage. I am sure I will be locked out for the whole night and all I can do is look for some kind of shelter, some kind of softness where I can curl up and rock myself through the night and hope that the morning will awaken a way forward for me. Fear howls through my ears, reminding me of what I have done, what I have chosen finally after letting time bank up for too long while I waited.
At the back of the cottage there is a small covered porch and on it a ragged couch and on it a pile of old towels.
Knock on the door and step back and thing. He said to me, once, that I knock strangely, too lightly, like I don’t really want people to hear on the other side that I’m there, and that has always confused me a little. I never quite knew what he meant. So I reconsider my knock and knock harder, much harder, to prove him wrong.
Knocking incessantly. There is a knock of passion, pounding constantly on my soul. What is the passion? I don’t know yet. I’ll find out when I open the door.
one day i went to shopping and i knock something off the shelves … although i have never really did that but i not sure why the knock ing story just pop up … lol … 60 sec is not up yet … knock knock knock .. time u are drunk … go home … lol
door. knock knock jokes. enter if friend, walk away if for. speak friend and enter. line from lord of the rings. quote that. knock at home. knock on a friend’s door.
I knocked on the door and he opened it. I walked right in. Finally. I had found that someone who I had been looking for without even realizing it. He was the one who made the flowers grow in even the saddest parts of my soul.
door. knock knock jokes. a sound. enter if friend. walk away if foe. speak friend and enter. lord of the rings line. frodo.
A knock on the door can start an adventure or end a day. Is it Gandalf offering you the one ring or the pizza boy three hours late with your four cheese and veggie? Or an old friend showing up out of the blue, needing a place to crash for the night. Knock knock, who’s there? No one you know.
hARD, like on wood, or knocked up, a really really difficult situation in which to find oneself or please knock..the door will not be open unless you have made it clear that you are someone allowed entry, so knock with the special only you know knock..and then..we
a stranger comes by on a sunday evening,
trying to sell me the grace of God
with promises of love and fulfillment
the pamphlets he hands me feel like
cheap napkins fallen off of diner tables,
the ones with neatly scrawled ‘call me’s,
an invitation to lonely bodies.
i don’t know what i’m waiting for.
he adjusts his glasses.
genuinely: no miss, i can’t stay for tea,
i’ve got so many people to speak to
tonight. and i think, what is this new life
i’m supposed to find if i’m still standing
by the burner alone?
i close the door on him when i can no longer
meet his eyes
and even that is done without conviction.
You dominate. You infuse me with passion. You take my quaking thighs and shaky breathes and push further. You count the knock of the headboard against my wall, as a measure. The tempo. The power. The depth. Oh it sends my senses on a frenzy. I’ve lost control. I don’t care. You control. You own. You take. You cherish. Your lust fuels me even when I think I can go no further. My sexual need. My drive is you.
“Knock knock knocking on heaven’s doooooooor” she sang happily as she folded the washing. She may be a housewife with three children now but she’ll never forget the days she spent at Guns and Roses concerts and the nights she spent at the crazy after parties!
Allow me to walk to your door. To knock on it. For you to let me in.
Please let me into you. I wish to be inside. Your warmth is real past these doors.
I want to be welcomed with open arms and legs.
Let me knock.
Let me in.
Knock knock who’s there is it a murderer or is it the open road yes yes it’s the white paint line that got up from going straight to the end of my heart this country and its knocking asking you to oh won’t you please join it and me and everyone, and i say i don’t know I’m so hard of hearing.
Once, twice, three times. That’s how many knocks I heard; that’s how long it took to turn my blood to ice. It froze solid in my veins, stiffening my muscles and blocking my oxygen. I was as still as stone, and just as useless.
what the fuck knock on a door
i don’t know
knock on wood
that’s superstition
leprechauns and stuff
knock over buildings
knock knock who’s there
jokes
lot’s of jokes
so many knock knock jokes
knocking
knock sounds and looks so strange after a while.
i hate that word. “knocking”. it could mean many peaceful and vibrant meanings but the word fills my head with many unpleasant thoughts. i just simply don’t like it. but oh well, i wonder what the man who created the word was thinking?
rapping
tapping
telling ‘yo mamma’ jokes
making something fall over
the first k is silent
another knock at the door and I’m wondering whom is on the other side trying to knock me. Not interested, I continue to knock away at the keys designing, typing and more or less living in a digital world for 9 hours per day. Knock that
A significant sound.
Someone has come to visit, specifically to my name. But who might it be?
Perhaps a package, or even an assassin. I shall never know until I make the decision to open the door. I must make the leap to explore the unknown before knowing what might be on the other end.
I tell naughty knock-knock jokes. So what that really means is that I don’t get to tell those kinds of jokes very often.
Of Knockers and Blockers
Kicking-off knickers n’ boxers
Maybe, like an underwear drawer, I should learn to extend my repertoire.
He heard a knock on the door, several panicked knocks. He steeled himself before walking over to the door.
“Who is it” he called out the worry seeping through his chest.
“Gary just open the damn door!” shouted his best friend who was behind the door.
Knock out! we get lost in the dark. Someone Knocks at my door and I wonder who it will be; I worry about who it will be. Knock me out.
The sound of anticipation and a surprise waiting. It’s what I wish to happen every day. To hear that sound of mystery and to open the door and to see him standing there like a dummy while my jaw drops from shock and my eyes start tearing up until I fall into his arm and hug him, calling him and idiot and telling him I hate him while I love him a thousand times more.
Knock
Knock
Knock
He stood at the door waiting for her to open. he was scared, and he was nervous of what she would say. He was ready to tell her that he loves her.
Knock down the door!
All falls in centers of walls
Shallow and little is the stability seen
And Boom to you another
Boom
What in this dim lit hallway could awaken me
From castles
of boom
boom boom
What
but a knock
I already wrote about knock. I refreshed the page, and this website gave me ‘knock’ again… is it just one word that they give to everybody?? Or have people gotten different words… I’m so puzzled.
A low knocking sound at the door drew me from my bed and down the stairs. Pulling the door open with a heavy hand I stared into a face I hadn’t imagined seeing again in this lifetime, let alone at 3:04 in the morning during what had to be one of the worst storms we’d had in a decade. “Kara?”
“Hi,” she said and, though her features were obscured by the darkness and her makeup smudged from the rain, I couldn’t help but think I’d never seen her look more beautiful. “Can I come in?”
I wanted to say no. But, when it came to her, I’d never been able to master that particular word. “Yeah, sure,”
I heard a knocking, a rapping at my chamber door. Poe wrote this in the darkest of his days. Yet were all his days not the darkest? I sit here a poet with a fleeting sense of hope, and the man would laugh in my very face.
knock at the door, turn on the porch light, someone is home. Put on a smile, say your warmest greeting. Invite them into your home. Play a game, sit by the fire. Knock at the door. Make friends, make memories. Reminisce.
Even with the Fist on, he announced his presence by knocking. He swung his hand back, smiled, flexed his fingers, and delivered the traditional notice of visitation. Except of course, when his knuckles touched, the door splintered like glass from a bullet. His victim, upon hearing the sound, as if he knew he would be doomed, didn’t turn from his laptop screen. Just a faintest twitch of the lower thigh muscles, a finger frozen in a mouse click.
I am starting to
stop waiting
for you to knock
at my mother’s door
the air feels up with other sounds
my cat purrs, she snores
I play music all day long
I drown you out