I hear the word, I hear the sound. The panging against my drum leads downward to my toes. How I see the rapid fist and wood colliding to make such a sound. Only a madman would accept it…only a human would hear it. Why then should I respond to it?
This reminds me of the edgar poe piece. something about a large bird knocking on his chamber door. it always made me wonder if the raven was using it’s beak or it’s really sharp talons to make a sort of…scratching noise on the door. I’m not exactly an Avian expert…but the latter seems to be a bit unlikely…
I knocked on the wood as I shuddered outside in the cold. My hands were freezing. What on earth was taking her so long to answer? I could see the kitchen light on so I knew she was in there. Fuck, it’s freezing cold out here. ” OPEN THE GODDAM DOOR MARGARET”
someone is at the door but i dont know who. maybe its a bad jokethat i will tell to people who dont apprecaite it. knock down walls and gorbachev and berlin and all the politics. knock down someone who is rising up to the top because you’re jealous and insecure. poor child. stop. enjoy the sun. hating isn’t useful to anyone. especially not to you. no idea.
There is a black lesbian knoking on my door.She is wearing Nazi memorabilia. I am a bit puzzled as to what I should be doing.
So I’ll wankwith total commitment.
I’d like to be let out now. I know that you had good intentions, and yes I am very safe in here. I would like to leave now, please.
Actually, I’m not going to be asking nicely anymore, I’ve been nice for quite awhile. I’m not going to knock, I’m going to break this door down and make you look me in the eye before I leave.
I sat at the door and knocked. It was a booming echoing knock and I felt like it was going to break the door down. . the hard splintered wood underneath my knuckles grazed against my skin. . I waited with my breath held. .
on the door, it makes a sound. very polite way of entering. can also mean that u knock into someone. can be accidentally or purposely, but its cool either way. just as long as u dun get in to a fight. knocking into things are different, they can either break, fall, topple, shake, or something to that effect. therefore knock is a very useful word that starts with k.
there was a knock on the door and sylvia opened them carefully. The hallway was littered with random garbage no one bothered to clean anymore. no one was there.
to knock something is to destroy it. or to find out information. and this is the thing we learn from a knock, like a failure is also a knock. so the object of failure is to knock us down to learning–in order to learn to be successful.
On the door. On the table. Knock on wood, to make the back luck disappear, forever, and sometimes I don’t even know why I’m knocking. For security, I guess. I knock on wood. I feel good.
There is a door with wooden panels and a golden doorknob. I think of home and opening that door to see my family on the other side. It reminds me of comfort and security.
Yesterday Spencer, mister “oh I’m six three and better than you” joked that if I went outside the wind would knock me over.
Everyone thinks I weigh under 100 pounds.
Which is stupid, since I’m 20 pounds over that, and I frequently feel like an elephant.
Which is also stupid.
I don’t like being short, it sometimes makes me feel like a regular mirror is a fun house one.
My perspective is stupid.
And so is Spencer.
I hear you knocking, but you can’t come in. I hear you knocking – remember that old song? It had a great beat, and to a laughing teenager driving a car while loaded on booze it was the most hilarious thing she had ever heard.
The next noises weren’t quite so funny…but there was no one left to hear them.
I knocked on the door. She let me in and as I walked through the hallway and noticed the scent of pot in the air I sat on my favorite chair, tried looked her in the eye and I knew she was leaving. She couldn’t look me in the eye. For fear she would realize that SHE was making the mistake.
Knock, so simple, what does this knock hold? So much depends upon this noise, two people sit in the room for one all their hopes and dreams are depnded on the knock for the other the knock spells disaster.
knock knock said the little boy. who’s there? I asked. I don’t recall the answer because I was taken with his fits of giggles. he was practically rolling around on the floor.
she knocked on the door with a loud thud… he slowly edged towards the opening… bang bang bang… he heard the pounding once again and stepped back this time.
On wood. It’s a beautiful noise – but it can be scary – who is at the door? Why do I get anxious when I hear a knock? I don’t like visitors who turn up unannounced. To knock someone is not a nice thing to do – it hurts and it’s childish – there’s a saying, when you judge someone you don’t define them, you define yourself. So don’t knock people until you know who you are first. Then you can knock all you like – but who’s at the door? Why are they still knocking. Knock, knock, knock. go away. Leave me alone in my solitude. If I knew who you were I wouldn’t be so anxious – finally it stops. I open the door – there’s a bunch of flowers sitting on the porch – who sent them? I’ll never know because I never answered the door.
is a sound of her coming into my life and I feel very happy
it also sometimes is a word used to denote that she and me will have a baby
knock knock whos there etc
i did not knock the door before I entered his room
tick tock clock knock
just knocking on wood
or on heavens door
She was wet, makeup smeared, and she was holding a bag under her arm. I couldn’t just leave her out there. But it had happened again. Again. This was a regular thing, with Lindy. She always showed up, sooner or later. On the one hand, i was glad to see her in one piece. On the other, that face drove me crazy.
The joke was resounding off the wall: Knock, knock. Who’s there? And silence. Where did the knocker go? Was the joke just not worth finishing? Or was the silence and the lack of interest a joke itself?
I hear knocking on the door. It is myself knocking.
What have you done today, I asked.
Have you been thinking about what you want to achieve?
Have you brought a smile to somebody’s face?
door
who’s there
joke
solicitor
jehovah’s witness
red
door knob
peep hole
glass
pamphlet
mail
hit
bang
noise
loud
slam
head
injury
I hear the word, I hear the sound. The panging against my drum leads downward to my toes. How I see the rapid fist and wood colliding to make such a sound. Only a madman would accept it…only a human would hear it. Why then should I respond to it?
This reminds me of the edgar poe piece. something about a large bird knocking on his chamber door. it always made me wonder if the raven was using it’s beak or it’s really sharp talons to make a sort of…scratching noise on the door. I’m not exactly an Avian expert…but the latter seems to be a bit unlikely…
I knocked on the wood as I shuddered outside in the cold. My hands were freezing. What on earth was taking her so long to answer? I could see the kitchen light on so I knew she was in there. Fuck, it’s freezing cold out here. ” OPEN THE GODDAM DOOR MARGARET”
someone is at the door but i dont know who. maybe its a bad jokethat i will tell to people who dont apprecaite it. knock down walls and gorbachev and berlin and all the politics. knock down someone who is rising up to the top because you’re jealous and insecure. poor child. stop. enjoy the sun. hating isn’t useful to anyone. especially not to you. no idea.
Knock on the door of your soul.
Let the black and white keys open the way.
And the notes flow through.
I was getting ready to go to bed, when I hear a loud knock on my door, I opened it, but no one was there.
I guess it was my imagination.
there was this door that I found in the yard once… it looked lonely
Knock, knock. Who’s there. Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad this was the word today? :)
There is a black lesbian knoking on my door.She is wearing Nazi memorabilia. I am a bit puzzled as to what I should be doing.
So I’ll wankwith total commitment.
Hollow wood with knuckles.
I’d like to be let out now. I know that you had good intentions, and yes I am very safe in here. I would like to leave now, please.
Actually, I’m not going to be asking nicely anymore, I’ve been nice for quite awhile. I’m not going to knock, I’m going to break this door down and make you look me in the eye before I leave.
I sat at the door and knocked. It was a booming echoing knock and I felt like it was going to break the door down. . the hard splintered wood underneath my knuckles grazed against my skin. . I waited with my breath held. .
on the door, it makes a sound. very polite way of entering. can also mean that u knock into someone. can be accidentally or purposely, but its cool either way. just as long as u dun get in to a fight. knocking into things are different, they can either break, fall, topple, shake, or something to that effect. therefore knock is a very useful word that starts with k.
I tried to knock down the bumbling plastic punching bag, to no avail.
i knocked on the door and found a small woman, believed to be of around 90 years of age stood there holding a wooden spooon.
she was weeping at the sight of her long lost grandson and invited me in for a chat about life.
once i told her about my travelling life she was so amazed.
there was a knock on the door and sylvia opened them carefully. The hallway was littered with random garbage no one bothered to clean anymore. no one was there.
to knock something is to destroy it. or to find out information. and this is the thing we learn from a knock, like a failure is also a knock. so the object of failure is to knock us down to learning–in order to learn to be successful.
On the door. On the table. Knock on wood, to make the back luck disappear, forever, and sometimes I don’t even know why I’m knocking. For security, I guess. I knock on wood. I feel good.
There is a door with wooden panels and a golden doorknob. I think of home and opening that door to see my family on the other side. It reminds me of comfort and security.
making rounds on my little brain
Yesterday Spencer, mister “oh I’m six three and better than you” joked that if I went outside the wind would knock me over.
Everyone thinks I weigh under 100 pounds.
Which is stupid, since I’m 20 pounds over that, and I frequently feel like an elephant.
Which is also stupid.
I don’t like being short, it sometimes makes me feel like a regular mirror is a fun house one.
My perspective is stupid.
And so is Spencer.
porte, sonnette, bruit, poing, doigt, main, entrer, accueillir, toc toc, pousser, frapper, annoncer, fenêtre, roche,
I hear you knocking, but you can’t come in. I hear you knocking – remember that old song? It had a great beat, and to a laughing teenager driving a car while loaded on booze it was the most hilarious thing she had ever heard.
The next noises weren’t quite so funny…but there was no one left to hear them.
I knocked on the door. She let me in and as I walked through the hallway and noticed the scent of pot in the air I sat on my favorite chair, tried looked her in the eye and I knew she was leaving. She couldn’t look me in the eye. For fear she would realize that SHE was making the mistake.
Knock the world that sleep so long. Kick the dust that should go. That leaves the truth that all soul seeks.
Like breasts, the boneless tide markers,
attached to mothers and friends.
Knock, so simple, what does this knock hold? So much depends upon this noise, two people sit in the room for one all their hopes and dreams are depnded on the knock for the other the knock spells disaster.
knock knock said the little boy. who’s there? I asked. I don’t recall the answer because I was taken with his fits of giggles. he was practically rolling around on the floor.
she knocked on the door with a loud thud… he slowly edged towards the opening… bang bang bang… he heard the pounding once again and stepped back this time.
knocked out, bleeding, black eye. Regret is rushing through my veighns.
I really don’t want someone to unfairly criticize me. If you must say something negative, base it in fact.Ja
On wood. It’s a beautiful noise – but it can be scary – who is at the door? Why do I get anxious when I hear a knock? I don’t like visitors who turn up unannounced. To knock someone is not a nice thing to do – it hurts and it’s childish – there’s a saying, when you judge someone you don’t define them, you define yourself. So don’t knock people until you know who you are first. Then you can knock all you like – but who’s at the door? Why are they still knocking. Knock, knock, knock. go away. Leave me alone in my solitude. If I knew who you were I wouldn’t be so anxious – finally it stops. I open the door – there’s a bunch of flowers sitting on the porch – who sent them? I’ll never know because I never answered the door.
It’s funny that people spend so much time
to build something up and it only takes little
to knock it
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It’s funny that people spend so much time
to build something up and it only takes little
to knock it
d
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n
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is a sound of her coming into my life and I feel very happy
it also sometimes is a word used to denote that she and me will have a baby
knock knock whos there etc
i did not knock the door before I entered his room
tick tock clock knock
just knocking on wood
or on heavens door
She was wet, makeup smeared, and she was holding a bag under her arm. I couldn’t just leave her out there. But it had happened again. Again. This was a regular thing, with Lindy. She always showed up, sooner or later. On the one hand, i was glad to see her in one piece. On the other, that face drove me crazy.
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Don’t worry it’s only me.
The joke was resounding off the wall: Knock, knock. Who’s there? And silence. Where did the knocker go? Was the joke just not worth finishing? Or was the silence and the lack of interest a joke itself?