Inside this shell, there’s a prison cell. Locked up by lies and excuses, the walls keep me safe inside away from the world, but they also keep any person from helping me. The lock may never open, and it kills me that this locked up cage is the only life I have left after everything that happened.
Lock the drawer. Quickly! We can’t have people just shuffling through our secret stash. And while you are at it, lock the dresser, the cabinet, the door to the tearoom, and the fridge. Sometimes it’s better to stay locked, keep our treasures elusive.
Lock up when you’re done. I’ve had enough and am leaving in a cloud of dust. Seriously, you could even leave the door open and lights blazing, and I would still peel out of the parking lot. Look back? Are you kidding? Lock it or don’t. I’m gone. Don’t try to get in my way, I’m out!
lock. four simple letters, thousands of imperatives. we lock people out every day. And I don’t mean just literally, I mean mentally. What would the world be like if we always said what we thought? what we felt? what we wanted? It wouldn’t be the shit-heap we have today, that’s for sure.
A lock on my door. on my parents’ door. on my brother’s door. on every door it seems. but why do the want to keep people out? It isn’t necessity, no burglars in our neighborhood. it’s fear of interaction. or is it?
Lock.
It’s…
I really can’t write anything, it’s fucking pathethic really.
To call yourself a writer and then can’t even do the simple act of opening your laptop and typing the words that look so beautiful in your head.
Will you ever learn how to live right?
This doesn’t work by the way. It really doesn’t. Besides I fucked up and wrote for two minutes…
There was once a lock, some time ago, on the garden shed door. Things haven’t changed much since then, and the flowers grow as they always have, but that makes little difference in these times. Life, as one would have it, has changed and shifted into something else. Or perhaps it was not life but the person experiencing it, like the audience to a painting. Art does not mirror life, it mirrors the viewer and what they see in it- themselves. There was once a lock on the garden shed door, but now it is gone and I fear we shall all fall open.
I put the lock away. No more secrets, no more games. I didn’t need to hide from myself anymore, and I didn’t need to hide away from anyone or anything. Locks are for people who have something to hide, or something to protect. I can protect myself without a lock, and I have nothing to hide. So I’m saying goodbye to locks, I’m saying goodbye to secrets. This is a new world, this is a new me, this is a new day. I’m never going to lock myself away again.
There was once a lock, some time ago, on the garden shed door. Things haven’t changed much since then, and the flowers grow as they always have, but that makes littele difference in these times. Life, as one would have it, has changed and shifted into something else. Or perhaps it was not life but the person experiencing it, like the audience to painting. Art does not mirror life, it mirrors the viewer and what they see in it- themselves. There was once a lock on the garden shed door, but now it is gone and I fear we shall all fall open.
One word indeed: autism. Autism is a lock. There is no key. And thee needn’t be one, in my opinion. Yes, autism. I do not feel autism limits people. Rather, it opens up their minds to new ideas, new thoughts that no mere ‘normal’ person could ever hope to unravel, to understand.
In Professor Layton, there is a puzzle near the start of the second game. It involves finding the right key to fit a lock. I don’t like to give things away, however I must say that this is a quite clever puzzle, as it merits the use of the apparent ‘handle’ of one of the keys as the key itself.
I am so scared right now. It’s been years since I’ve tried this, years since I’ve opened up my thoughts, my feelings to someone else. My heart feels like it’s always been under lock and key, like it no longer knows emotion. But I have to try. Somehow, I feel like she’ll make it worth the effort.
The door was locked. My face pleading in desperation. I hear the footsteps of the man coming closer and closer. The light grew darker I close my eyes and everything I used to know – was now, gone.
I couldn’t lock the door. Not because I didn’t want to…I hate that memory. But every time I think about it, I just start thinking about the good times. Not what resulted of it. I could never really categorize, but sometimes I think if the consequence of that relationship never happened, I might now actually look back fondly.
I couldn’t lock the door. Not because I didn’t want to…I hate that memory. But every time i think about it, I just start thinking about the good times. Not what resulted of it. I could never really categorize, but sometimes I think if the consequence of that relationship never happened, I might have actually looked back fondly.
There was a key I had found inside myself. I realized that all I needed was to find the lock in someone else. I was the listener, the helper, the instigator. He was the unknown, troubled boy. He screamed lock. I had to help him. I had to open him. I had to let him break free. I was a key after all. What purpose would I serve if not to find the correct lock?
Help, I’m locked in my mind and there’s no way out, no escape. I can see the darkness closing in and the box is shrinking every day. The ones I love outside looking in.. I have no window and no vent. All my feelings are trapped in here with me. Why me? WHY ME?!
Simply and slowly the door shut
she, on one side, the keys on the other.
Standing in the hallway there in the middle of winter
no spare, no friendly neighbour, just
her on the one side, without coat or bag or shoes,
having just put the trash out
and the keys, swaying slowly,
on the other side of the
locked door.
well i certainly am not a fan of a lock like wed lock or a head lock they both sound very unpleasent i have a key for my bike lock i konw that it does not like to be locked to a solid metal frame for to long it wants to be rode like i enjoy to be tode by a beautifull framed woman with a cushined booty.
The lock to my heart is made of broken promises from those who I have loaned the key to. The lock has become thicker over time as I limit the access to this lock. I’m not even sure I know what is inside anymore as it has been so long since it has been unlocked.
The lock was small and we were sure no key could ever fit inside. Daniel, though, was persistent and there were hundreds of keys on the ring.
“It may take hours,: he said. “but it’s gonna open.”
It’s feeble, so I had another one installed, a stronger one. There’s even an electronic one at the entrance. I still get nervous, though, knowing that nobody is around if I need them. I guess no one has a reason to bother me, but who needs reasons anymore? Ridiculous, I act like a child even though I’m a third of the way through law school. I hate law school.
lock the dooor lock eerything lock lock lock lock lock yeah lock yeah locks are used for thinks yeah locks are hard to unlock you i found the key to your heart because it was locked do you have a key for locks? old lock, new lock, cool lock. locks locks locks locks.
He tried to turn the key in the lock, but it didn’t give.
Sure, they’d had an argument. But was this necessary? He pounded his fist on the door and called her name. He saw the lights inside, he knew she was home, but she didn’t come to the door. She didn’t let him in, didn’t ask how his day had been, didn’t welcome him home.
Lock. I don’t like locked doors but I don’t like to think what enters when they aren’t locked. So I lock out them and the potential greatness and potential danger that stands on the other side.
The lock was stuck again. Or maybe I wasn’t using the right key. There were so many keys, and they all looked the same. It was dark, and I felt as if someone was watching me. I wanted to be inside, but the lock wouldn’t budge.
She rattled the door desperately but found to her dismay that it was locked.
“Who would lock the emergency exit?” She wondered, and then it hit her like a punch to the stomach. The mission was compromised. They must have discovered their intentions or even known about them before hand.
She turned to run to the elevator when suddenly a shot rang out across the empty hall. She looked down and put her hand to her abdomen and found that it was wet with blood.
the lock in the door was stuck. she jiggled it and jiggled it but no go. The key wouldn’t turn one way or the other. What to do. Hmmm. Had to get in. Any windows open? She went around the house to look. One had promise, if she could just get the screen out without destroying it.
the key. You lock the key. Is to open. To lock is to close, to go away, to shut out whatever you dont like, think is unsafe, think is impractical, or dangerous. what you think is wring, or strange you lock away. you lock it far away from you.
Why do I have lock again? Is someone trying to tell me something? Do I have something locked away that I am not aware of? Am I locking my heart from someone that may want in?
MAKE SHURE YER CURSOR IS WELL LOCKED IN WILL YIS? DYAS HERE
ME THERE? THES CAPS KEEP ME SHOUTIN AN I PLAIN TINK YES SHUD B ALL ONEWORD SHUTUP (EUPHEMISM}
the door. I remember the locks at high school for our lockers. Every year getting a different one. I also think about the movie where tyhey say lock it up… no you lock it up. very funny.
Theres a lock on the door. Doesn’t keep the robbers out. Doesn’t keep us in. It only locks in fear so let the games begin. 60 seconds for truth. Is it enough?
There it was in front of me – a single lock. I looked around furiously for the key, but there wasn’t one. What secrets did this lock hold? Was it the containment of the secret of world peace? Perhaps how to end war? But it didn’t matter, the secrets were forever locked away within its golden confines.
Inside this shell, there’s a prison cell. Locked up by lies and excuses, the walls keep me safe inside away from the world, but they also keep any person from helping me. The lock may never open, and it kills me that this locked up cage is the only life I have left after everything that happened.
Lock the drawer. Quickly! We can’t have people just shuffling through our secret stash. And while you are at it, lock the dresser, the cabinet, the door to the tearoom, and the fridge. Sometimes it’s better to stay locked, keep our treasures elusive.
Lock up when you’re done. I’ve had enough and am leaving in a cloud of dust. Seriously, you could even leave the door open and lights blazing, and I would still peel out of the parking lot. Look back? Are you kidding? Lock it or don’t. I’m gone. Don’t try to get in my way, I’m out!
lock. four simple letters, thousands of imperatives. we lock people out every day. And I don’t mean just literally, I mean mentally. What would the world be like if we always said what we thought? what we felt? what we wanted? It wouldn’t be the shit-heap we have today, that’s for sure.
A lock on my door. on my parents’ door. on my brother’s door. on every door it seems. but why do the want to keep people out? It isn’t necessity, no burglars in our neighborhood. it’s fear of interaction. or is it?
I got this already.
Lock.
It’s…
I really can’t write anything, it’s fucking pathethic really.
To call yourself a writer and then can’t even do the simple act of opening your laptop and typing the words that look so beautiful in your head.
Will you ever learn how to live right?
This doesn’t work by the way. It really doesn’t. Besides I fucked up and wrote for two minutes…
There was once a lock, some time ago, on the garden shed door. Things haven’t changed much since then, and the flowers grow as they always have, but that makes little difference in these times. Life, as one would have it, has changed and shifted into something else. Or perhaps it was not life but the person experiencing it, like the audience to a painting. Art does not mirror life, it mirrors the viewer and what they see in it- themselves. There was once a lock on the garden shed door, but now it is gone and I fear we shall all fall open.
I put the lock away. No more secrets, no more games. I didn’t need to hide from myself anymore, and I didn’t need to hide away from anyone or anything. Locks are for people who have something to hide, or something to protect. I can protect myself without a lock, and I have nothing to hide. So I’m saying goodbye to locks, I’m saying goodbye to secrets. This is a new world, this is a new me, this is a new day. I’m never going to lock myself away again.
There was once a lock, some time ago, on the garden shed door. Things haven’t changed much since then, and the flowers grow as they always have, but that makes littele difference in these times. Life, as one would have it, has changed and shifted into something else. Or perhaps it was not life but the person experiencing it, like the audience to painting. Art does not mirror life, it mirrors the viewer and what they see in it- themselves. There was once a lock on the garden shed door, but now it is gone and I fear we shall all fall open.
One word indeed: autism. Autism is a lock. There is no key. And thee needn’t be one, in my opinion. Yes, autism. I do not feel autism limits people. Rather, it opens up their minds to new ideas, new thoughts that no mere ‘normal’ person could ever hope to unravel, to understand.
In Professor Layton, there is a puzzle near the start of the second game. It involves finding the right key to fit a lock. I don’t like to give things away, however I must say that this is a quite clever puzzle, as it merits the use of the apparent ‘handle’ of one of the keys as the key itself.
I am so scared right now. It’s been years since I’ve tried this, years since I’ve opened up my thoughts, my feelings to someone else. My heart feels like it’s always been under lock and key, like it no longer knows emotion. But I have to try. Somehow, I feel like she’ll make it worth the effort.
The door was locked. My face pleading in desperation. I hear the footsteps of the man coming closer and closer. The light grew darker I close my eyes and everything I used to know – was now, gone.
I couldn’t lock the door. Not because I didn’t want to…I hate that memory. But every time I think about it, I just start thinking about the good times. Not what resulted of it. I could never really categorize, but sometimes I think if the consequence of that relationship never happened, I might now actually look back fondly.
to secure, in place. silver. safety. danger. click, key. password. security. faulty. inside. separation.
I couldn’t lock the door. Not because I didn’t want to…I hate that memory. But every time i think about it, I just start thinking about the good times. Not what resulted of it. I could never really categorize, but sometimes I think if the consequence of that relationship never happened, I might have actually looked back fondly.
There was a key I had found inside myself. I realized that all I needed was to find the lock in someone else. I was the listener, the helper, the instigator. He was the unknown, troubled boy. He screamed lock. I had to help him. I had to open him. I had to let him break free. I was a key after all. What purpose would I serve if not to find the correct lock?
Help, I’m locked in my mind and there’s no way out, no escape. I can see the darkness closing in and the box is shrinking every day. The ones I love outside looking in.. I have no window and no vent. All my feelings are trapped in here with me. Why me? WHY ME?!
Simply and slowly the door shut
she, on one side, the keys on the other.
Standing in the hallway there in the middle of winter
no spare, no friendly neighbour, just
her on the one side, without coat or bag or shoes,
having just put the trash out
and the keys, swaying slowly,
on the other side of the
locked door.
well i certainly am not a fan of a lock like wed lock or a head lock they both sound very unpleasent i have a key for my bike lock i konw that it does not like to be locked to a solid metal frame for to long it wants to be rode like i enjoy to be tode by a beautifull framed woman with a cushined booty.
The lock to my heart is made of broken promises from those who I have loaned the key to. The lock has become thicker over time as I limit the access to this lock. I’m not even sure I know what is inside anymore as it has been so long since it has been unlocked.
The lock was small and we were sure no key could ever fit inside. Daniel, though, was persistent and there were hundreds of keys on the ring.
“It may take hours,: he said. “but it’s gonna open.”
It’s feeble, so I had another one installed, a stronger one. There’s even an electronic one at the entrance. I still get nervous, though, knowing that nobody is around if I need them. I guess no one has a reason to bother me, but who needs reasons anymore? Ridiculous, I act like a child even though I’m a third of the way through law school. I hate law school.
lock the dooor lock eerything lock lock lock lock lock yeah lock yeah locks are used for thinks yeah locks are hard to unlock you i found the key to your heart because it was locked do you have a key for locks? old lock, new lock, cool lock. locks locks locks locks.
lock my heart up tight
Before I go to sleep each night
For fear that I may dream
Of a love that’s just for me.
And even when I’m awake
I dare not leave it out
For fear that someone will see
What I truly care about.
Being a hopeless romantic
Means you get hurt quite a bit
So locking it away
Keeps it from taking any hits.
He tried to turn the key in the lock, but it didn’t give.
Sure, they’d had an argument. But was this necessary? He pounded his fist on the door and called her name. He saw the lights inside, he knew she was home, but she didn’t come to the door. She didn’t let him in, didn’t ask how his day had been, didn’t welcome him home.
Locked chest.
Straightened clotheshanger in hand, wire scratching your palms.
You pick at the chest, but in vain.
It’s as if taking what isn’t yours is the only thing you’ve ever wanted.
Lock. I don’t like locked doors but I don’t like to think what enters when they aren’t locked. So I lock out them and the potential greatness and potential danger that stands on the other side.
The lock was stuck again. Or maybe I wasn’t using the right key. There were so many keys, and they all looked the same. It was dark, and I felt as if someone was watching me. I wanted to be inside, but the lock wouldn’t budge.
She rattled the door desperately but found to her dismay that it was locked.
“Who would lock the emergency exit?” She wondered, and then it hit her like a punch to the stomach. The mission was compromised. They must have discovered their intentions or even known about them before hand.
She turned to run to the elevator when suddenly a shot rang out across the empty hall. She looked down and put her hand to her abdomen and found that it was wet with blood.
I lock my heart up tight
Before I go to sleep each night
For fear that I may dream
Of a love that’s just for me.
And even when I’m awake
I dare not leave it out
For fear that someone will see
What I truly care about.
the lock in the door was stuck. she jiggled it and jiggled it but no go. The key wouldn’t turn one way or the other. What to do. Hmmm. Had to get in. Any windows open? She went around the house to look. One had promise, if she could just get the screen out without destroying it.
the key. You lock the key. Is to open. To lock is to close, to go away, to shut out whatever you dont like, think is unsafe, think is impractical, or dangerous. what you think is wring, or strange you lock away. you lock it far away from you.
Something that goes with the key to keep something safe. Or to keep something in or out.
A word some dread, some fear. A word others think of as a safety net for possesions.
Another strong four letter word.
Why do I have lock again? Is someone trying to tell me something? Do I have something locked away that I am not aware of? Am I locking my heart from someone that may want in?
MAKE SHURE YER CURSOR IS WELL LOCKED IN WILL YIS? DYAS HERE
ME THERE? THES CAPS KEEP ME SHOUTIN AN I PLAIN TINK YES SHUD B ALL ONEWORD SHUTUP (EUPHEMISM}
the door. I remember the locks at high school for our lockers. Every year getting a different one. I also think about the movie where tyhey say lock it up… no you lock it up. very funny.
Theres a lock on the door. Doesn’t keep the robbers out. Doesn’t keep us in. It only locks in fear so let the games begin. 60 seconds for truth. Is it enough?
There it was in front of me – a single lock. I looked around furiously for the key, but there wasn’t one. What secrets did this lock hold? Was it the containment of the secret of world peace? Perhaps how to end war? But it didn’t matter, the secrets were forever locked away within its golden confines.