Lock and key to a door way to another world. He went through and through it saw a great expanse of land. It was green and filled with rolling hills and beautiful trees. A river ran through the middle of the valley off into the distance
a lock is something that no one actually knows how to open. THis is except if that person has a key.. but what if a person does not have a key? What if there was never a key made? no one will be able to open the lock and discover what the lock is guarding. In times of need this could be something crucial because the lock could be guarding medicine or food. Well but in times of danger to the thing that the lock is guarding this lock will do a good job.
i took a pad l=lock and i put it on the chainlink fence to lock out the demons. I then took the key and swallowed it so no one would have access to it. But then the puppy came and licked my face.
i wish i had a key. i wish i had a way in that didn’t invole breaking and entering. i wish i knew why you do and say such things. you locked me out and locked yourself in. shored up your mind with strange realities and chained it with whiskey shots.
I locked the door to my heart when I entered the monastery, choosing four walls to protect my devotion. Obedience sent me from those walls and in the passion of fruit and flowers my heart bolted unlocked.
Lock. For some reason, chastity belt popped into my head first. Odd. But that means nothing to me, whereas the second thing does- my dreads. Why is it that all my friends who once had dreads were bribed by their parents to cut them off? ‘Cause my mom said she wished she’d thought of it when I was little.
I want to lock the door which contains my emotions that would otherwise explode into the world filled with obnoxious, unintelligent, pretntious people. I want to lock away the fear ofd doing this forever and feel completely free to do wahtever I want. I don’t know what I’m typing, I just I know this is what I’m thinking. Hello, Here I am, goodbye.
How can i destroy this lock? The steel door, the concrete floor… and only this one lock standing in the way of my freedom. But what do I have? No metal in this gray box. And nothing but that damned lock standing in my way.
old keys, some old fantasy where there’s a castle and a princess waiting for her prince to come save her. break it open and you’ll find your treasure. break it open and you’ll find your life.
take a picture, bury it, dig it up and see how life as changed. how perception has changed.
lock pockets and keys wow keys little mountains engineered to unlock mysteries behind door number one. I wish i had a door to unlock, maybe my heart maybe love, the biggest unlock must be knowledge, we wish to know what we will love who we will love and live with.
I love locks. I love locking locks and then trying to pick them. I love the chain locks, because its fun to watch people try to open the door, then run into it as it stops. I like watching people fumble with locks, mumbling curse words at it as if it can hear,too.
Lies are a mask that lock us out. Lies can be a mask that is too heavy to wear. And lies always catch up to you. Lie whenever needed. But always tell the truth. Don’t lock your heart from people.
she turned the lock on the door and stared into his eyes. her love, her friend. she thought about they played through all the summers — playing store. she never realized she fell in love, it just evolved.
She frantically slammed the door behind her, and her shoes screeched to a hault. The perpatrator racing after her hit the shut door. She began to lock the emmense amount of locks on the door. one after the other to assure her security and comfort.
the lock was set to tramp all the animals inside, maybe the guardian was invencible and mightyful but always need the lock and the key to be secure.
Isnt hard to the prisioners live inside
I’m a locksmith by trade. My father was a locksmith, as well as my grandfather. Being a locksmith is a handy skill to have. Dangerous in the wrong hands. To be used for good or evil.
It was locked, the tiny little room underneath the floorboards of the basement. It didn’t make a hollow sound as it was run over by scores of angry congressmen, but it was still rather obvious. He shut his eyes, praying, although knowing, that he would be found out soon. He didn’t know what he couldn’t done more, but this was the end of the line. The lock was not indestructable.
It was locked, the tiny little room underneath the floorboards of the basement. It didn’t make a hollow sound as it was run over by scores of angry congressmen, but it was still rather obvious. He shut his eyes, praying, although knowing, that he would be found out soon. He didn’t know what he couldn’t done more, but this was the end of the line. The lock was not indestructable.
i was locked in my house and i couldn’t get out. Noone could hear my screams from inside the cell. The lock itself was silver and rusted, but i could get no leverage to make it break. I cried a slow, hard moan that echoed in the mossy darkness. No one knew where I was and no one seemed to care.
hidden behind the door was the thing that he needed most. it was the phisical representation of his carnal wants, his eternal desires. and he know has the lock.
Sometimes I feel like my heart is surrounded in a chains. . fastened with one big padlock. I don’t know or quite understand if someone out there has the key to it or not. Maybe that key is somewhere deep inside of me. . like Houdini swallowed it. . or some evil Saw-like killer has hidden it in my abdomen with only a scalpel to free it. I’m lonely sometimes. . and I wish you could pick my lock. . right now. . before I explode.
Pushing against the door, she couldn’t understand why it wouldn’t move. Then she saw the padlock, rusty and stiffly resting against the old metal hasp. Of course, there was no key. Perhaps there never had been. The door remained locked to her, its inner secrets forever hidden.
your heart up in a box. it’s got glass panels on all six sides. people can see in, your heart can see out. it wants to talk to someone but what have you done. can you find a way to let it out? Can ya? Hunh? I can keep writing for days after the bell goes off…
Lock and key to a door way to another world. He went through and through it saw a great expanse of land. It was green and filled with rolling hills and beautiful trees. A river ran through the middle of the valley off into the distance
a lock is something that no one actually knows how to open. THis is except if that person has a key.. but what if a person does not have a key? What if there was never a key made? no one will be able to open the lock and discover what the lock is guarding. In times of need this could be something crucial because the lock could be guarding medicine or food. Well but in times of danger to the thing that the lock is guarding this lock will do a good job.
i took a pad l=lock and i put it on the chainlink fence to lock out the demons. I then took the key and swallowed it so no one would have access to it. But then the puppy came and licked my face.
i wish i had a key. i wish i had a way in that didn’t invole breaking and entering. i wish i knew why you do and say such things. you locked me out and locked yourself in. shored up your mind with strange realities and chained it with whiskey shots.
you close things with and shit like that. keeps your private belongings away from other people and you can sleep in comfort the night.
I locked the door to my heart when I entered the monastery, choosing four walls to protect my devotion. Obedience sent me from those walls and in the passion of fruit and flowers my heart bolted unlocked.
Lock. For some reason, chastity belt popped into my head first. Odd. But that means nothing to me, whereas the second thing does- my dreads. Why is it that all my friends who once had dreads were bribed by their parents to cut them off? ‘Cause my mom said she wished she’d thought of it when I was little.
I want to lock the door which contains my emotions that would otherwise explode into the world filled with obnoxious, unintelligent, pretntious people. I want to lock away the fear ofd doing this forever and feel completely free to do wahtever I want. I don’t know what I’m typing, I just I know this is what I’m thinking. Hello, Here I am, goodbye.
i have a lock in my back pack which is used for whenever i got to the gym. it keep thieves from jacking my shit in the locker.
How can i destroy this lock? The steel door, the concrete floor… and only this one lock standing in the way of my freedom. But what do I have? No metal in this gray box. And nothing but that damned lock standing in my way.
old keys, some old fantasy where there’s a castle and a princess waiting for her prince to come save her. break it open and you’ll find your treasure. break it open and you’ll find your life.
take a picture, bury it, dig it up and see how life as changed. how perception has changed.
lock pockets and keys wow keys little mountains engineered to unlock mysteries behind door number one. I wish i had a door to unlock, maybe my heart maybe love, the biggest unlock must be knowledge, we wish to know what we will love who we will love and live with.
My heart is in a cage. It needs you. Maybe it just WANTS you. I want to tell you the truth. My love for you. Unlock me. Please. Now.
A lock makes me think of gym, before swimming, before showering. It makes me think of water and the valuables inside my locker.
keeps things closed
metal
steel
key
clasp
silver
4 letters
variety
protection
safety
comfort
something that requires a key to lock.MEANS OF KEEPING SOMETHING OR SOMEONE SAFE. TO KEEP SOMETHING IN PLACE.
I love locks. I love locking locks and then trying to pick them. I love the chain locks, because its fun to watch people try to open the door, then run into it as it stops. I like watching people fumble with locks, mumbling curse words at it as if it can hear,too.
Lies are a mask that lock us out. Lies can be a mask that is too heavy to wear. And lies always catch up to you. Lie whenever needed. But always tell the truth. Don’t lock your heart from people.
Close up and be unaccessible.
she turned the lock on the door and stared into his eyes. her love, her friend. she thought about they played through all the summers — playing store. she never realized she fell in love, it just evolved.
lock the door, keep them out.
we’re not safe as long as their still here
what the fuck is wrong with you
lock it up! lock it up!
danger is out there
help
help
help
She frantically slammed the door behind her, and her shoes screeched to a hault. The perpatrator racing after her hit the shut door. She began to lock the emmense amount of locks on the door. one after the other to assure her security and comfort.
the lock was set to tramp all the animals inside, maybe the guardian was invencible and mightyful but always need the lock and the key to be secure.
Isnt hard to the prisioners live inside
I’m a locksmith by trade. My father was a locksmith, as well as my grandfather. Being a locksmith is a handy skill to have. Dangerous in the wrong hands. To be used for good or evil.
It was locked, the tiny little room underneath the floorboards of the basement. It didn’t make a hollow sound as it was run over by scores of angry congressmen, but it was still rather obvious. He shut his eyes, praying, although knowing, that he would be found out soon. He didn’t know what he couldn’t done more, but this was the end of the line. The lock was not indestructable.
It was locked, the tiny little room underneath the floorboards of the basement. It didn’t make a hollow sound as it was run over by scores of angry congressmen, but it was still rather obvious. He shut his eyes, praying, although knowing, that he would be found out soon. He didn’t know what he couldn’t done more, but this was the end of the line. The lock was not indestructable.
i was locked in my house and i couldn’t get out. Noone could hear my screams from inside the cell. The lock itself was silver and rusted, but i could get no leverage to make it break. I cried a slow, hard moan that echoed in the mossy darkness. No one knew where I was and no one seemed to care.
hidden behind the door was the thing that he needed most. it was the phisical representation of his carnal wants, his eternal desires. and he know has the lock.
The door wouldn’t open. A rusted lock with a key broken inside stood between them and whatever lie in the room beyond.
“Just kick the door,” she cried, anxious to walk through. He obliged, and after a few stretches he lifted his leg. It only took two tries to break in.
Inside was a box…they were elated to find it…
But it was locked.
closed and sealed off from everything. Security brought about by seclusion. Handy but lonely. Key to my heart
Sometimes I feel like my heart is surrounded in a chains. . fastened with one big padlock. I don’t know or quite understand if someone out there has the key to it or not. Maybe that key is somewhere deep inside of me. . like Houdini swallowed it. . or some evil Saw-like killer has hidden it in my abdomen with only a scalpel to free it. I’m lonely sometimes. . and I wish you could pick my lock. . right now. . before I explode.
You keep forgetting to lock the door!! this annoys me so much!
Pushing against the door, she couldn’t understand why it wouldn’t move. Then she saw the padlock, rusty and stiffly resting against the old metal hasp. Of course, there was no key. Perhaps there never had been. The door remained locked to her, its inner secrets forever hidden.
door room key book diary jurnal safe bank car house home locket cell phone
this is the third time i have found lock i want a new word
your heart up in a box. it’s got glass panels on all six sides. people can see in, your heart can see out. it wants to talk to someone but what have you done. can you find a way to let it out? Can ya? Hunh? I can keep writing for days after the bell goes off…
As a child I spent too much time playing in Scottish lakes to learn to spell.
I regret nothing.
i want a different word!
secure, kept in confidence, protected. to think of this in a less positive light, shut away or kept from. i like the up side of it, the mystery of it.