lock the door behind you when you leave the house on saturday night put a lock on your skin the softest places the small of your back the curve of your palm let me unlock the night sky when it is too cold and it feels like early morning though it is only very late at night lock yourself out of your car and sleep on the grass with your arms wrapped around an invisible lover cool and quiet between your fingers lock the moon with a padlock and don’t let go don’t let go forget the combination and live your whole life like that, a halfway lie, something almost gone
Lock, locking stuff is pretty great, I once locked the door and the cabinet and stuff. Whoa, it was great. I also locked my face in a blender, I don’t know how that worked. I have locks of hair too, they’re all awesome and stuff. This one lock of hair keeps getting in my face and like hitting me with a blender, the same one I locked my face in. I shout cut it. Loch isn’t the same thing.
Slipping my key into the lock wasnt as easy as it should have been. A simple task interupted by the sound of footsteps behind me and the shaking of my hands.
I whirled around in time to see his bearded face as he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the door. My body stiffened and at first I was too shocked to react. Then the adrenaline kicked in.
My knee met his groin and before you can say “Timber!” he was on his back. Flight was not an option at this point and I took the opportunity to make sure he would stay down. Stomping my boot where my knee had just been and smiling while he gasped for air.
keeper of secrets is a chest but what holds the chest shut so no one but the key holder can open. Me the lock. I am the powerful one. i have the hard job of keeping the
I tried to lock the door today before i came to school. I was already running late. I realized that to lock the door i didnt have the key. by the time i found the key i had just about a 2 minutes for the BUS
I locked the cabinet and looked for a place the hide the key. Where would no one ever think to look? A rock in the yard would be too cliche, a jewelry box would be the first place someone would look. I slipped it into my back pocket and promised myself I would hide it later.
My heart is sealed.
Simple and delicate,
honest and needed.
If I handed you the key,
what would you do with it.
Toss it aside,
wear it on your neck,
or throw it in a drawer.
This is my eternity to spend
The key in the door was silent. Nothing moved. My breath was slow, even for midnight, and I paused as I poised my wrist to turn. Would they hear me? I wondered. Would they hear the click, the snap of the door breaking free from the lock and opening? The sweat formed at the top of my skull and made its way towards my hands. Would the door even open?
she locked the door as quick as she could, the fear gripping her soul and making her crack. crack she went on the floor, crack went her skull and heart and blood, crack went her mind right there on the floor as the the lock unlocked.
We recently read the rape of the lock in Brit Lit. I have a new found appreciation for Alexander Pope. I never realized how witty and cleaver that man really is.
one time i was locked out of my apartment back when I was in high school. To get inside I used the good fortune of the small stature of my seven year old brother; if you keep the windows unlocked, all sorts of things are possible. So, we jimmy the window open to my bedroom on the first floor, give him a boost up and he slides in first try, knocking all the chotchkes off my window sill, breaking my lava lamp. But at least he behaved and opened the front door right away. I wonder if he remembers any of this today, ten years later…
I have a lock on my bedroom door that I never use. I wish the word was different than “lock” because, really, how much is there to say about a lock? Lock your front doors is my advice.
Just put the key in the slot and turn counterclockwise until it opens. If the key gets jammed, curse the heavens. God is punishing you for being stupid. Kick something nearby, preferably a cat, or small child.
The lock clicked softly as i turned the dirty brass key. I’d found it in a flowerpot in the garden shed. It had a lable on it, “attic”, so up I went to the attic.
LOCK THE CLOCK AND STEAL MY SOCKS, YOU KNOW I ROCK SO LETS FOCK. LOCKS WORK TO KEEP PEOPLE OUT, OR PEOPLE IN, A LOCK DOESN’T CARE, IT JUST IS. SLEEP WELL WITH YOUR DOOR LOCKED, THAT WAY NOBODY STEALS YOUR SOCKS OR ROCKS OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. LOCKS ARE AN INTEGRAL PART OF THIS SOCIETY, BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS SOMETHING TO HIDE.
i like to lock myself away sometimes and i feel that no one cares about me enough to try to Unlock my lock and find out what is wrong. But Most times i want to lock away the rest of the world and just be free me and my kids and My man and no one else. I hate when i am feeling like i am locked in or trapped in our world.
lock and key. a familiar phrase to most of us. however, do we really ever take a second to sit and think about its true meaning? Lock is a word with many negative conotations. Restriction is a feeling often associated with this word. Or maybe even canal boats??
lock again? didn’t i already write about this? anyways i’ll give it another shot. Lock? i have no idea how i am going to lock myself in my closet since there are no locks on the door… which means i can’t lock myself in my closet.
locked with a key this chastity kills me. throw it away or lets break it. Do something. this reversed cage of reason keeping me from the glory i so deserve and the pleasure i want to provide. forget this cast iron
The boy held up a curiously-shaped key in his hand. “This skeleton key,” he whispered. “It can unlock any door in the house.” He placed it in the little girl’s palm and gave her a friendly smile. “Go on; try it.”
i hid the key earlier that day. now I watched as he fumbled with the lock, trying all the keys, save my missing one, on the ring stashed under the stone. his face was furrowed with frustration.
i would like to know how a lock works so that i can figure out how to use telekinesis to open any lock in the world. And then maybe the telekinesis power can have a color and it can be in the shape of one of those old keys that you see on jewelry and in movies. then i will make more locks in order to lock things that aren’t normally locked.
lock the lock. there is a lock around my heart, will your key fit? someones key fits but who’s? I am so alone, i need to find someone to unlock my heart, my secrets, someone to share my heart and life with.
on the outside I stood, unable to enter, unable to move, waiting for the door-handle to turn, the lock throbbing in the door…a hole to another wrold, hidden from me….and that noise, that rasping, grating noise….dear god, it chills my bladder…it chills my bladder. Someone must be there…please…please….let me out….
lock me in, i don’t want out, just leave me here and i’ll be fine, i can get away from this all and maybe, just maybe i’ll be happy, i don’t want to deal with it all anymore, maybe some nice padded walls are what i need or maybe it’s not even me, maybe it’s everyone else, either way i’m really getting tired of it all
The door was open just wide enough for her to peek out. They were arguing in muffled tones. Despite the fact that she felt locked in fear she strained her ears to hear.
What is inside all of us? What potential do we all have that we can not ever reach? What is the greatest limiter of human potential, as something I watched once quoted: fear… or laziness?
All of us can become so great, but we seem to be so unable to become the best we can be.
lock the door behind you when you leave the house on saturday night put a lock on your skin the softest places the small of your back the curve of your palm let me unlock the night sky when it is too cold and it feels like early morning though it is only very late at night lock yourself out of your car and sleep on the grass with your arms wrapped around an invisible lover cool and quiet between your fingers lock the moon with a padlock and don’t let go don’t let go forget the combination and live your whole life like that, a halfway lie, something almost gone
your words are the key to the lock of my hollow heart.
your words are the key to the lock of my hollow heart.
Lock, locking stuff is pretty great, I once locked the door and the cabinet and stuff. Whoa, it was great. I also locked my face in a blender, I don’t know how that worked. I have locks of hair too, they’re all awesome and stuff. This one lock of hair keeps getting in my face and like hitting me with a blender, the same one I locked my face in. I shout cut it. Loch isn’t the same thing.
keep out… keep safe… keep private
Slipping my key into the lock wasnt as easy as it should have been. A simple task interupted by the sound of footsteps behind me and the shaking of my hands.
I whirled around in time to see his bearded face as he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the door. My body stiffened and at first I was too shocked to react. Then the adrenaline kicked in.
My knee met his groin and before you can say “Timber!” he was on his back. Flight was not an option at this point and I took the opportunity to make sure he would stay down. Stomping my boot where my knee had just been and smiling while he gasped for air.
keeper of secrets is a chest but what holds the chest shut so no one but the key holder can open. Me the lock. I am the powerful one. i have the hard job of keeping the
I tried to lock the door today before i came to school. I was already running late. I realized that to lock the door i didnt have the key. by the time i found the key i had just about a 2 minutes for the BUS
I locked the cabinet and looked for a place the hide the key. Where would no one ever think to look? A rock in the yard would be too cliche, a jewelry box would be the first place someone would look. I slipped it into my back pocket and promised myself I would hide it later.
something that can hold us back, but also provide security … all depends on your perspective.
My heart is sealed.
Simple and delicate,
honest and needed.
If I handed you the key,
what would you do with it.
Toss it aside,
wear it on your neck,
or throw it in a drawer.
This is my eternity to spend
what the hell is this?
The key in the door was silent. Nothing moved. My breath was slow, even for midnight, and I paused as I poised my wrist to turn. Would they hear me? I wondered. Would they hear the click, the snap of the door breaking free from the lock and opening? The sweat formed at the top of my skull and made its way towards my hands. Would the door even open?
she locked the door as quick as she could, the fear gripping her soul and making her crack. crack she went on the floor, crack went her skull and heart and blood, crack went her mind right there on the floor as the the lock unlocked.
We recently read the rape of the lock in Brit Lit. I have a new found appreciation for Alexander Pope. I never realized how witty and cleaver that man really is.
one time i was locked out of my apartment back when I was in high school. To get inside I used the good fortune of the small stature of my seven year old brother; if you keep the windows unlocked, all sorts of things are possible. So, we jimmy the window open to my bedroom on the first floor, give him a boost up and he slides in first try, knocking all the chotchkes off my window sill, breaking my lava lamp. But at least he behaved and opened the front door right away. I wonder if he remembers any of this today, ten years later…
your heart in
A locksmith is a legend about smoked salmon.
I have a lock on my bedroom door that I never use. I wish the word was different than “lock” because, really, how much is there to say about a lock? Lock your front doors is my advice.
IM LOCKED UP IN LIFE MY WORLD IS ON LOCK DOWN I FEELAS THOUGH IAM ALWAYS LOCKED AWAY FROM WHAT OR WARE I WANT TO BE
Just put the key in the slot and turn counterclockwise until it opens. If the key gets jammed, curse the heavens. God is punishing you for being stupid. Kick something nearby, preferably a cat, or small child.
How do I open it?
Lock. Locked inside something, usually. Is that the worst thing? Or is it to be locked outside something? I could think of reasons for both.
The lock clicked softly as i turned the dirty brass key. I’d found it in a flowerpot in the garden shed. It had a lable on it, “attic”, so up I went to the attic.
there’s a lock that binds me to the room
this place is full of gloom gloom gloom
Unlock the door so I can see
what it feels like to be free free free
LOCK THE CLOCK AND STEAL MY SOCKS, YOU KNOW I ROCK SO LETS FOCK. LOCKS WORK TO KEEP PEOPLE OUT, OR PEOPLE IN, A LOCK DOESN’T CARE, IT JUST IS. SLEEP WELL WITH YOUR DOOR LOCKED, THAT WAY NOBODY STEALS YOUR SOCKS OR ROCKS OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. LOCKS ARE AN INTEGRAL PART OF THIS SOCIETY, BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS SOMETHING TO HIDE.
Having ONE WORD that repeats over and over again is fucking stupid. This site sucks.
T H E E N D
i like to lock myself away sometimes and i feel that no one cares about me enough to try to Unlock my lock and find out what is wrong. But Most times i want to lock away the rest of the world and just be free me and my kids and My man and no one else. I hate when i am feeling like i am locked in or trapped in our world.
lock and key. a familiar phrase to most of us. however, do we really ever take a second to sit and think about its true meaning? Lock is a word with many negative conotations. Restriction is a feeling often associated with this word. Or maybe even canal boats??
lock again? didn’t i already write about this? anyways i’ll give it another shot. Lock? i have no idea how i am going to lock myself in my closet since there are no locks on the door… which means i can’t lock myself in my closet.
locked with a key this chastity kills me. throw it away or lets break it. Do something. this reversed cage of reason keeping me from the glory i so deserve and the pleasure i want to provide. forget this cast iron
The boy held up a curiously-shaped key in his hand. “This skeleton key,” he whispered. “It can unlock any door in the house.” He placed it in the little girl’s palm and gave her a friendly smile. “Go on; try it.”
i hid the key earlier that day. now I watched as he fumbled with the lock, trying all the keys, save my missing one, on the ring stashed under the stone. his face was furrowed with frustration.
i would like to know how a lock works so that i can figure out how to use telekinesis to open any lock in the world. And then maybe the telekinesis power can have a color and it can be in the shape of one of those old keys that you see on jewelry and in movies. then i will make more locks in order to lock things that aren’t normally locked.
lock the lock. there is a lock around my heart, will your key fit? someones key fits but who’s? I am so alone, i need to find someone to unlock my heart, my secrets, someone to share my heart and life with.
on the outside I stood, unable to enter, unable to move, waiting for the door-handle to turn, the lock throbbing in the door…a hole to another wrold, hidden from me….and that noise, that rasping, grating noise….dear god, it chills my bladder…it chills my bladder. Someone must be there…please…please….let me out….
lock me in, i don’t want out, just leave me here and i’ll be fine, i can get away from this all and maybe, just maybe i’ll be happy, i don’t want to deal with it all anymore, maybe some nice padded walls are what i need or maybe it’s not even me, maybe it’s everyone else, either way i’m really getting tired of it all
house, man, dog read, hart dimension
The door was open just wide enough for her to peek out. They were arguing in muffled tones. Despite the fact that she felt locked in fear she strained her ears to hear.
What is inside all of us? What potential do we all have that we can not ever reach? What is the greatest limiter of human potential, as something I watched once quoted: fear… or laziness?
All of us can become so great, but we seem to be so unable to become the best we can be.