on your door..three times If you want to love me..knockin’ knockers..sounds…your head on a random pole/board/whatever…knock on the coffin if you’re alive and want out of here…
there was a deafening silence; the door was being pounded down. someone, something, was trying desperately to get in. to be let inside; to have the doors opened to it.
in silence, with the exception of a Poe like haunting of knocking, i waited for the stranger to vacate, but the noise persisted.
to it, i opened the doors at last; and love poured in.
don’t do it until you’ve tried it, they say, but who knows if maybe you should go ahead and knock stuff– i mean, really– how thoroughly can you vet everything you might be inclined to knock? knock away, i say– you might save yourself the extra unnecessary step of trying things by just proceeding straight to the knocking, you know? why fuck around? why waste time? why get involved in special interests? just knock, people.
Knock at the door, sweetheart. Tell me what you need. It’s okay, I need the company and you’re the person I’d most like to spend my time with. I know we’ve had some hard times but we’re on our way to something great. Curl up next to me and tell me what’s on your mind an in your heart.
one word. makes our minds think of something that is just infinite. Just something that can be expressed in one word. It should be so great and so influential that this one word defines the entire event. In one word we can say so much, we can articulate our feelings or not. If we think of this in a certain context we will be able to really view ourselves in the context of one word.
I knocked on the door, knowing no one would answer. She doesn’t live here anymore.
She doesn’t live here.
So why do I keep coming back?
It’s like I’m a glutton for pain.
She’s never coming back.
So why am I still knocking?
Knock knock. who’s there? It’s me. Who is me? That’s a damn good question. Who are we? Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door. We’re all living to die. Maybe that’s the whole big secret to life.
Knock on the door, just don’t go in. There are things inside that you can never imagine. There are monsters that suck your time away and wait to have intellectual conversations with it. They sit in waiting, waiting for a knock on their door.
Knock Knock, who’s there? Just a random site that I found on Stumble. What’s stumble? Just a random site used to help people find other random sites. Don’t Knock the hustle, right? Let the players keep on playing the game.
I keep knocking the door but the door won’t open, instead it knocks back and now we have got two knocks.
So i respond each knock with another knock, and presto I’ve got four now!
A knock for a knock keeps the whole world knocking!
the door. wooden, hollow, forboding, the sound.
unknown what’s on the other side, but does it really matter?
why doors?
to keep men out. to keep men in. to break the walls.
hollow, forboding, the sound. step to the door.
open.
The sound rang through the hollow cylinder they set him in. Someone was playing a dirge’s slow drumming with their knuckles, there on the cylinder they set him in. And that someone whispered, through the long, narrow, slits they left for him there on the brass cylinder they set him in, through those slits, those slits that just barely let in air, air that just barely let him breathe, somebody whispered in time to the drumming,
there was a distinct knock at the door. just one sharp rap. enough t jolt anyone from their deep slumber. i wondered as i listened to see if it was really a dream or not. the knock came again. so i got up sleepily and opened the door. but there was no one there. how could this be i thought? perhaps i had been dreaming. but as i shut the door, there came that knock again. the knock that comes every morning to wake me. i’ve always wondered who it might have been….
She knocked on his door, felt the pine splinter her warm knuckles. She knocked harder, shook it to the bone. There is no one there. Not now. No longer.
an invitation. an unexpected guest. a slur. an unpleasant hard surprise. a setback. seeking, waiting for an answer – taking the initiative – taking the bull – moving through adversity…
The man stood outside of the door, working up his courage. It seemed that he had been attempting to raise money for the orphanage for years, thought it only been a couple of days now… He had already gotten every door on the street, and only about twenty dollars had worked it’s way to the starving children’s fund.
three times if you something something something. Twice on the pipe (clank, clank) if you love me, too. Or something like that. I still remember the girl at Bennington (don’t know if I was a student in the JP or an RA at the time) performing that at open mic. It was very bizarre and un-Bennington. Very. Very. Bizarre. Hurry up and run out timer!
Edwin knocked upon the door of the trailer park home of his future ex-wife. He didn’t realize this at the time, of course; he was only interested in selling a vacuum cleaner. He had yet to make a sale that day and needed the commission in order to scrounge up his Arby’s dinner.
I hear a knocking on the door. A knock, knock, knocking… Who is it you may ask. Well I need to answer the door first to find out. It may be the president, or some cops, or a neighbor. But I did just order a pizza so I think its the pizza man!
It wasn’t her weird breathing sounds that irritated me, nor her unorthodox way of making love, it was her big tow continually rubbing against the wooden side of my bed and the continuous rhythmic knock each time I thrust inside her. It was as if she counted the motions or was communicating to someone in morse code. The sex was nevertheless fulfiling – her body made up for the rest. Strangly enough I remember neither her name or exactly how we met.I vividly remember that knock though. Sometime it echoes in my memory with my new seductions.
— it was three years since she’d last seen her best friend. three years of silence that had cut through their friendship like the sharpest knife and the hardest diamond. she always wanted to come by, it was just —
knocking at the door of my heart is a picture of my future and the picture I see is all about where I am going to be and how I am going to get there. I am not sure if I should open the door at this time but the knocking won’t stop until I do. Is it fear that keeps me from opening the door or is it relevent to know the real reason? This I am not sure of but I know one thing for sure the knocking will not go away until I decide what to do concerning the door. If the knocking becomes anoying enough I can open the door for the sake of sound elimatnation or I can ignore it until it fades away into oblivion. The mind is a powerful tool like that. The knocking still persist though, so i must make a choice now!
Sweat is streaming down my neck as I slow my breathing. Below me I hear footsteps.
Then a knock.
He has come for me.
I wince, as he knocks down the door unannounced.
I tremble audibly as he looks to my hiding place.
Why did you have to come? I was fine alone; I don’t want to Fall. Not again. Not in Love.
i hear him knock. but am not sure i want to let him in. not sure i want to know what he wants to tell me. what he wants me to know. cause i have my own way. and i like it better. it’s easier. hold on. maybe i will answer his call. i’m coming. in a few seconds. minutes. hours. who am i kidding? i like it my own way. sorry God. but i do love you.
it felt like everything was knocking. the washing machine made this chug chug noise, continuously. my head the windows an urgency do i go or don’t i the time is running out and knocking is demanding, it says respond now. pressure
There’s a knock at the door. I sit on the other side, contemplating whether to answer. How frightening. Who could it be who could it be who could it be? My knees touch my forehead. I am sweating profusely. What if whoever is on the other side wants to hurt me? “Shoo!” I tell them.
There came a knock on the door.
The worst nightmare his wife could dream of.
Flashing lights.
Red and blue.
There has been bad news.
“I’m sorry miss. There’s been an accident.”
She sobbed.
She knocked on the door but no one would answer. They never did. She tried again. Nothing. She sighed. Day after day she knocked on these doors of the heart but no one ever answered. Typical.
when the door is before you, what do you do? Do you cry? Do you ponder? You must knock. Knock and the door will be opened unto you, says Jesus. Knock, for He is waiting on the other side. Never fear a door, for there is always the other side.
on your door..three times If you want to love me..knockin’ knockers..sounds…your head on a random pole/board/whatever…knock on the coffin if you’re alive and want out of here…
there was a deafening silence; the door was being pounded down. someone, something, was trying desperately to get in. to be let inside; to have the doors opened to it.
in silence, with the exception of a Poe like haunting of knocking, i waited for the stranger to vacate, but the noise persisted.
to it, i opened the doors at last; and love poured in.
don’t do it until you’ve tried it, they say, but who knows if maybe you should go ahead and knock stuff– i mean, really– how thoroughly can you vet everything you might be inclined to knock? knock away, i say– you might save yourself the extra unnecessary step of trying things by just proceeding straight to the knocking, you know? why fuck around? why waste time? why get involved in special interests? just knock, people.
Knock at the door, sweetheart. Tell me what you need. It’s okay, I need the company and you’re the person I’d most like to spend my time with. I know we’ve had some hard times but we’re on our way to something great. Curl up next to me and tell me what’s on your mind an in your heart.
one word. makes our minds think of something that is just infinite. Just something that can be expressed in one word. It should be so great and so influential that this one word defines the entire event. In one word we can say so much, we can articulate our feelings or not. If we think of this in a certain context we will be able to really view ourselves in the context of one word.
I knocked on the door, knowing no one would answer. She doesn’t live here anymore.
She doesn’t live here.
So why do I keep coming back?
It’s like I’m a glutton for pain.
She’s never coming back.
So why am I still knocking?
Knock knock. who’s there? It’s me. Who is me? That’s a damn good question. Who are we? Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door. We’re all living to die. Maybe that’s the whole big secret to life.
Knock on the door, just don’t go in. There are things inside that you can never imagine. There are monsters that suck your time away and wait to have intellectual conversations with it. They sit in waiting, waiting for a knock on their door.
Dont’ knock… Think for yourself.
Knock Knock, who’s there? Just a random site that I found on Stumble. What’s stumble? Just a random site used to help people find other random sites. Don’t Knock the hustle, right? Let the players keep on playing the game.
I keep knocking the door but the door won’t open, instead it knocks back and now we have got two knocks.
So i respond each knock with another knock, and presto I’ve got four now!
A knock for a knock keeps the whole world knocking!
the door. wooden, hollow, forboding, the sound.
unknown what’s on the other side, but does it really matter?
why doors?
to keep men out. to keep men in. to break the walls.
hollow, forboding, the sound. step to the door.
open.
touching the door with your knuckles in a hard manner
The sound rang through the hollow cylinder they set him in. Someone was playing a dirge’s slow drumming with their knuckles, there on the cylinder they set him in. And that someone whispered, through the long, narrow, slits they left for him there on the brass cylinder they set him in, through those slits, those slits that just barely let in air, air that just barely let him breathe, somebody whispered in time to the drumming,
‘Soon.’
‘Soon.’
‘Soon.’
(not done in 60 seconds)
there was a distinct knock at the door. just one sharp rap. enough t jolt anyone from their deep slumber. i wondered as i listened to see if it was really a dream or not. the knock came again. so i got up sleepily and opened the door. but there was no one there. how could this be i thought? perhaps i had been dreaming. but as i shut the door, there came that knock again. the knock that comes every morning to wake me. i’ve always wondered who it might have been….
She knocked on his door, felt the pine splinter her warm knuckles. She knocked harder, shook it to the bone. There is no one there. Not now. No longer.
i wish he would knock on my door.
an invitation. an unexpected guest. a slur. an unpleasant hard surprise. a setback. seeking, waiting for an answer – taking the initiative – taking the bull – moving through adversity…
toc toc toc toc
i’m knock the knocker because i don’t no what is knock so ‘im a little dissapointed, excuse me i’m really sorry for this, can you
I knock on the door. Someone open it and I saw it was my mother. “Mum, what are you doing here?”, I asked. “Well, this is MY home!”, replied my mum.
Well, I enter and saw my cousins playing with the toys. I greeted them and walked to my room.
The man stood outside of the door, working up his courage. It seemed that he had been attempting to raise money for the orphanage for years, thought it only been a couple of days now… He had already gotten every door on the street, and only about twenty dollars had worked it’s way to the starving children’s fund.
three times if you something something something. Twice on the pipe (clank, clank) if you love me, too. Or something like that. I still remember the girl at Bennington (don’t know if I was a student in the JP or an RA at the time) performing that at open mic. It was very bizarre and un-Bennington. Very. Very. Bizarre. Hurry up and run out timer!
first, a soft tapping,
with bluebirds in the sand,
pecking at your toes,
then a soft laugh
as the bluebirds flutter
their azure wings
then an azure sky
catches the butterflies
and they flutter with the bluebirds
and then a gust of wind
takes them all
away.
Edwin knocked upon the door of the trailer park home of his future ex-wife. He didn’t realize this at the time, of course; he was only interested in selling a vacuum cleaner. He had yet to make a sale that day and needed the commission in order to scrounge up his Arby’s dinner.
door
door knob
girls
wood
bathroom
food
pudding
crackers
ice cream
nok nok.
hoos there?
i like pie.
pie is good
chickens are dum
yup
I forgot about the nok nok joke
door
bathroom
band
food (hungry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
nok nok.
hoos there?
i like pie.
pie is good
chickens are dum
yup
I forgot about the nok nok joke
knock knock jokes knock knock whos there boo boo who oh sorry i didnt mean to make you cry :( haha
I hear a knocking on the door. A knock, knock, knocking… Who is it you may ask. Well I need to answer the door first to find out. It may be the president, or some cops, or a neighbor. But I did just order a pizza so I think its the pizza man!
It wasn’t her weird breathing sounds that irritated me, nor her unorthodox way of making love, it was her big tow continually rubbing against the wooden side of my bed and the continuous rhythmic knock each time I thrust inside her. It was as if she counted the motions or was communicating to someone in morse code. The sex was nevertheless fulfiling – her body made up for the rest. Strangly enough I remember neither her name or exactly how we met.I vividly remember that knock though. Sometime it echoes in my memory with my new seductions.
she knocked on the door and waited for a sound.
— it was three years since she’d last seen her best friend. three years of silence that had cut through their friendship like the sharpest knife and the hardest diamond. she always wanted to come by, it was just —
creak.
“hello stranger.”
knocking at the door of my heart is a picture of my future and the picture I see is all about where I am going to be and how I am going to get there. I am not sure if I should open the door at this time but the knocking won’t stop until I do. Is it fear that keeps me from opening the door or is it relevent to know the real reason? This I am not sure of but I know one thing for sure the knocking will not go away until I decide what to do concerning the door. If the knocking becomes anoying enough I can open the door for the sake of sound elimatnation or I can ignore it until it fades away into oblivion. The mind is a powerful tool like that. The knocking still persist though, so i must make a choice now!
knock three times on the ceiling if you want me. twice on the pipe, if the answer is no.
Sweat is streaming down my neck as I slow my breathing. Below me I hear footsteps.
Then a knock.
He has come for me.
I wince, as he knocks down the door unannounced.
I tremble audibly as he looks to my hiding place.
Why did you have to come? I was fine alone; I don’t want to Fall. Not again. Not in Love.
i hear him knock. but am not sure i want to let him in. not sure i want to know what he wants to tell me. what he wants me to know. cause i have my own way. and i like it better. it’s easier. hold on. maybe i will answer his call. i’m coming. in a few seconds. minutes. hours. who am i kidding? i like it my own way. sorry God. but i do love you.
it felt like everything was knocking. the washing machine made this chug chug noise, continuously. my head the windows an urgency do i go or don’t i the time is running out and knocking is demanding, it says respond now. pressure
There’s a knock at the door. I sit on the other side, contemplating whether to answer. How frightening. Who could it be who could it be who could it be? My knees touch my forehead. I am sweating profusely. What if whoever is on the other side wants to hurt me? “Shoo!” I tell them.
There came a knock on the door.
The worst nightmare his wife could dream of.
Flashing lights.
Red and blue.
There has been bad news.
“I’m sorry miss. There’s been an accident.”
She sobbed.
She knocked on the door but no one would answer. They never did. She tried again. Nothing. She sighed. Day after day she knocked on these doors of the heart but no one ever answered. Typical.
when the door is before you, what do you do? Do you cry? Do you ponder? You must knock. Knock and the door will be opened unto you, says Jesus. Knock, for He is waiting on the other side. Never fear a door, for there is always the other side.