a lock to open and close a door, use a key to open and close it or you can break into it if you want to. cars have them doors have them alot of things have them, diff types aswell, eg, yale locks or chub locks or fob locks there is alot of diferent types.
The lock on the diary was unpassable. All I wanted was to get inside and see what it said. It would only be a brief peek for I knew if I looked to long I would be caught. And trespassers…are killed
the lock on the door was hard to break. i wondered why i was in this position anyway. Who was i to be breaking locks? I am certainly not doing this for heroic purposes, purely desperation. I can’t help but feel forced into it though. I’ve locked myself in this depression, this hole of desperation. Now, maybe a bobby pin would work…
I once locked myself out of the house for three hours. I forgot my cell phone inside and then my car wouldn’t start so I couldn’t even go to my roommate’s work.
i once locked my self outside of a hotel room with no shirt on. haha that wasn”t fun i just had to stand around getting weird looks until one of my roommates came and let me in. In the same trip i also got locked in the stairwell.
stock and two smoking barrels
lock key heart
infantile
secret
conceal
sharp sound
consonant
popalock
cuffs
handcuffs
door
hinges
peaches pears plums oranges
eminem
hip hop is in a state of 911
i locked the door behind me, leaving him sprawled on the floor, bleeding from the hip and sweating all over. My lips were moist with anticipation, but nonethless i declined the invitation to return…
a method of security. a measure of paranoia. a way for the rich to shun the poor. A way to hide from the world. Pointless protection in a world of inexperience
Fiddling with the pick, shaking and probing.
“No, you’re doing it wrong” he says. I wait for the click.
It never comes.
He gets frustrated, he kicks down the door. I cower in the corner
on my knees as he enters, gun in tow.
I can never open it in time. Never.
Ten years later, I get it right.
He isn’t there to see.
i hide well. my fingers will be in my mouth and i will be chewing at not only the nail, but at what i do not want to confront. my eyes, sleepless, found my body lying empty, facing down. my hands crate the words that come out of my mouth. i’m being swallowed up. but i’m not being consumed. dont call me out to have me lost. i still feel you. Even though I’m invisible. even if i can’t breathe.
my eyes locked with his and I knew how I felt then. It ws something I had pushed out deep into myself, and never wanted to admit. Being burned by guys and feelings before, I was scared. But I heard the click of that lock
it’s random…it locks things and seals them shut.it helps protect stuff form being stolen.i have none.sometimes are on necklaces.i like them as necklaces.
this is a device that can securely keep things within another thir eg a chest is kepot closed with a lock. there is also a type of disease the disease is called lockjaw. lockjaw stops the jaw from moving because it is locked in place
the door locked behind him. the coldness in the slam was bitter, void. loneliness crept in and gnawed at his heart everything around him became a melting array of pain. nothing but pain. he walked away, thinking himself a ghost. the people in the street zombies.
i open the door. it jams. can’t move. i’m stuck and feel frustrated. my knees hurt. my wrists hurt. i scream in pain. the floor starts moving. i twist the key again. the door opens.
the door. fast. someone is coming and you can’t let them in. i won’t give the key away to just anyone, you know. i can’t stay in here forever. lock and load, baby! you can always lock your heart away, but you have to give someone the key.
it is time lo lock my soul, to stop it and be somenthi else, something … just the way i can be. Nonelse, just me. Lock the clock, or unlock the time, it is not important what you can say, but only to stop to say.
i cant get out. what the fuck. where is everyone? why is it so dark in here? i cant get out. there must be a lock i have to get to it i have to find the key but even if i get the key what then?
Lock.
I locked my door. There were so many whispers coming. I tried to look outside, but the nasty butterflies wouldn’t let me. I locked the kitchen doors, the windows, and everything. I tried to open my closet door to hide in it, but something locked it… something… what was it?
Today I lock my mind within a battle. Between the love I have for my freedom and love of the world I am part of. My soul is tellin me to hold dear to what I see, yet my mind is telling me to become one with that which is here.
oh my, don’t come in you foolish boy. Please just go away and leave me here to wilt, in my younger days I would have been proud to show my face, not now though, please…keep out..
as i was locked in the room of the boardinghouse… I realized that this wasn’t just a place to sleep and go to school. it was a place where, once again, i would be stalked because of my prematuration of my body. i can’t believe my parents got me into this. they are never going to let me out. they are jealous because i take their boyfriends… even though i don’t want them.
i went around to the back door but it was locked. i tore the screen off and opened the knob from the inside. it banged a few times behind me. she was sitting on a velvet chair, legs crossed, with nothing but a hat on.
a lock can be a canal lock. I’ve always wanted to go on a canal holiday!
a lock can also be something that keeps secrets in.
I like secrets
a lock can keep people out
I like people
a lock can be protection
erm, I like proctection?!?!?!?
Locked up. Where am I? I have no idea, but this place smells funny. I’m all alone. What happened? I don’t remember anything. I’m worried. Very worried. I wish I had my teddy bear with me, but I haven’t seen it since I was 5 years old.
she turned the key cautiously, sliding it into the lock with concentrated precision. she was about to understand everything. the answers were there, behind that lock inside that room. just waiting.
If I could lock away my negative feelings about myself, then I would. I’d put them in a heavy-duty container, along with my feelings of insecurity, hatred and demotivation, and then throw them to the bottom of the sea.
That still wouldn’t fix all of my problems. But it would be a start!
I can’t get in. We’ve tried so hard but we can’t get in. I feel as if we need to get in right now or something will go wrong. I look around, but it’s a little dark. It’s would be beautiful here, just to sit and stare out into the dark if we weren’t looking for a key. It would glimmer just slightly in the dim light. I keep looking, looking. The grass it tangling around twigs that could be the key, but I don’t know. I can’t unlock the door.
lock your head in a box and throw away the key and you will find the key to your heart. be careful of locking yourself in little rooms or you will never enjoy your house. locking out thoughts are the same because everything is about relatedness.
up into the door, she couldn’t get in.
something in the way, something she couldn’t resist.
she took one last look, before turning away.
smoke filled her once clear vision.
the intoxication of disagrement lingered in the filtered air.
key hole closed.
I locked the door. The zombies were rushing in all directions, bursting through windows and doors. It was only me and Jim now. Nobody else made it. Just when I thought I was gonna die and it would all end I turned to Jim and he too was now a zombie and he began to eat my flesh. I don’t know how I managed to write after being eaten by a zombie.
a lock to open and close a door, use a key to open and close it or you can break into it if you want to. cars have them doors have them alot of things have them, diff types aswell, eg, yale locks or chub locks or fob locks there is alot of diferent types.
The lock on the diary was unpassable. All I wanted was to get inside and see what it said. It would only be a brief peek for I knew if I looked to long I would be caught. And trespassers…are killed
the lock on the door was hard to break. i wondered why i was in this position anyway. Who was i to be breaking locks? I am certainly not doing this for heroic purposes, purely desperation. I can’t help but feel forced into it though. I’ve locked myself in this depression, this hole of desperation. Now, maybe a bobby pin would work…
I once locked myself out of the house for three hours. I forgot my cell phone inside and then my car wouldn’t start so I couldn’t even go to my roommate’s work.
i once locked my self outside of a hotel room with no shirt on. haha that wasn”t fun i just had to stand around getting weird looks until one of my roommates came and let me in. In the same trip i also got locked in the stairwell.
stock and two smoking barrels
lock key heart
infantile
secret
conceal
sharp sound
consonant
popalock
cuffs
handcuffs
door
hinges
peaches pears plums oranges
eminem
hip hop is in a state of 911
i locked the door behind me, leaving him sprawled on the floor, bleeding from the hip and sweating all over. My lips were moist with anticipation, but nonethless i declined the invitation to return…
a method of security. a measure of paranoia. a way for the rich to shun the poor. A way to hide from the world. Pointless protection in a world of inexperience
Fiddling with the pick, shaking and probing.
“No, you’re doing it wrong” he says. I wait for the click.
It never comes.
He gets frustrated, he kicks down the door. I cower in the corner
on my knees as he enters, gun in tow.
I can never open it in time. Never.
Ten years later, I get it right.
He isn’t there to see.
i hide well. my fingers will be in my mouth and i will be chewing at not only the nail, but at what i do not want to confront. my eyes, sleepless, found my body lying empty, facing down. my hands crate the words that come out of my mouth. i’m being swallowed up. but i’m not being consumed. dont call me out to have me lost. i still feel you. Even though I’m invisible. even if i can’t breathe.
my eyes locked with his and I knew how I felt then. It ws something I had pushed out deep into myself, and never wanted to admit. Being burned by guys and feelings before, I was scared. But I heard the click of that lock
it’s random…it locks things and seals them shut.it helps protect stuff form being stolen.i have none.sometimes are on necklaces.i like them as necklaces.
this is a device that can securely keep things within another thir eg a chest is kepot closed with a lock. there is also a type of disease the disease is called lockjaw. lockjaw stops the jaw from moving because it is locked in place
the door locked behind him. the coldness in the slam was bitter, void. loneliness crept in and gnawed at his heart everything around him became a melting array of pain. nothing but pain. he walked away, thinking himself a ghost. the people in the street zombies.
i open the door. it jams. can’t move. i’m stuck and feel frustrated. my knees hurt. my wrists hurt. i scream in pain. the floor starts moving. i twist the key again. the door opens.
the door. fast. someone is coming and you can’t let them in. i won’t give the key away to just anyone, you know. i can’t stay in here forever. lock and load, baby! you can always lock your heart away, but you have to give someone the key.
it is time lo lock my soul, to stop it and be somenthi else, something … just the way i can be. Nonelse, just me. Lock the clock, or unlock the time, it is not important what you can say, but only to stop to say.
i cant get out. what the fuck. where is everyone? why is it so dark in here? i cant get out. there must be a lock i have to get to it i have to find the key but even if i get the key what then?
withheld, closed up, lost, stowed away, hidden, close to where you want it
Closed off and isolated. It protects, but at what cost? There are mysterious things behind it, but we need a key to access it. Is it worth it? Iron.
Lock.
I locked my door. There were so many whispers coming. I tried to look outside, but the nasty butterflies wouldn’t let me. I locked the kitchen doors, the windows, and everything. I tried to open my closet door to hide in it, but something locked it… something… what was it?
up your daughters,the boys are in town, what kind of generalism is that?
me away and throw away the key , he said to me, again and again, why! I keep asking myself, what wrong am I doing, all I am being is there child.
i’ve locke3d the doors, and put the bag in… I’m home again… f..k!! what now??
Today I lock my mind within a battle. Between the love I have for my freedom and love of the world I am part of. My soul is tellin me to hold dear to what I see, yet my mind is telling me to become one with that which is here.
oh my, don’t come in you foolish boy. Please just go away and leave me here to wilt, in my younger days I would have been proud to show my face, not now though, please…keep out..
close the door, lock my car, treasure, open it, stay out, keep out, private, the key to my heart, your lost, gridlock, don’t come in
as i was locked in the room of the boardinghouse… I realized that this wasn’t just a place to sleep and go to school. it was a place where, once again, i would be stalked because of my prematuration of my body. i can’t believe my parents got me into this. they are never going to let me out. they are jealous because i take their boyfriends… even though i don’t want them.
key to security
sorta like absurdity
dont make a good kid go bad
steering in the right direction
misguided reflections
i went around to the back door but it was locked. i tore the screen off and opened the knob from the inside. it banged a few times behind me. she was sitting on a velvet chair, legs crossed, with nothing but a hat on.
a lock can be a canal lock. I’ve always wanted to go on a canal holiday!
a lock can also be something that keeps secrets in.
I like secrets
a lock can keep people out
I like people
a lock can be protection
erm, I like proctection?!?!?!?
Locked up. Where am I? I have no idea, but this place smells funny. I’m all alone. What happened? I don’t remember anything. I’m worried. Very worried. I wish I had my teddy bear with me, but I haven’t seen it since I was 5 years old.
she turned the key cautiously, sliding it into the lock with concentrated precision. she was about to understand everything. the answers were there, behind that lock inside that room. just waiting.
I’m a lock. I am locked up like a caged animal. I am inside bars, inside my own skin, and I can’t get out without dying.
Or maybe if I could break out of my skin it would set me free.
There’s not a lock on the door to my bedroom and I hate it. I feel vulnerable.
this website is a bunch of bullshit.
and i pity those who try this
If I could lock away my negative feelings about myself, then I would. I’d put them in a heavy-duty container, along with my feelings of insecurity, hatred and demotivation, and then throw them to the bottom of the sea.
That still wouldn’t fix all of my problems. But it would be a start!
I can’t get in. We’ve tried so hard but we can’t get in. I feel as if we need to get in right now or something will go wrong. I look around, but it’s a little dark. It’s would be beautiful here, just to sit and stare out into the dark if we weren’t looking for a key. It would glimmer just slightly in the dim light. I keep looking, looking. The grass it tangling around twigs that could be the key, but I don’t know. I can’t unlock the door.
lock your head in a box and throw away the key and you will find the key to your heart. be careful of locking yourself in little rooms or you will never enjoy your house. locking out thoughts are the same because everything is about relatedness.
up into the door, she couldn’t get in.
something in the way, something she couldn’t resist.
she took one last look, before turning away.
smoke filled her once clear vision.
the intoxication of disagrement lingered in the filtered air.
key hole closed.
I locked the door. The zombies were rushing in all directions, bursting through windows and doors. It was only me and Jim now. Nobody else made it. Just when I thought I was gonna die and it would all end I turned to Jim and he too was now a zombie and he began to eat my flesh. I don’t know how I managed to write after being eaten by a zombie.