They locked their fingers together, tightly. The girl whispered to him that she will never let go of him…..in her heart. The car came and the boy tucked his head in to his T-Shirt so she doesn’t see him crying. The man came out of the car, smoking a cigarette. COME HERE, BOY! TIME TO GO!, he said in a grumpy voice. The boy took his head out of his shirt and the girl saw his tears. The girl was surprised he will react this way. The boy quickly gave her a hug goodbye and whispered, I’ll miss you. The man pushed the boy inside the car, while the girl wasn’t trying not to cry. The car slowly went away, and the only sound the girl could hear was her heartbeat. Then when the car was out of sight, the girl cried hystericly. She fell to the ground. A note came out her pocket, it said
I know I only met you for a whole day. That is the only time they gave me to meet you. But you are the strongest girl I’ve ever met. To bad I have to go, please don’t cry. I’ll always be there in your heart. BE STRONG LIKE YOU ALWAYS WERE!
Love,
Your lil Brother
Her eyes got big and she decided to keep her promise. She said, I hope you also to well in another family’s life…….
NOTE: The brother and sister mom died. The girl went with her Aunt. And the boy is now in Foster Care by his Dad…..
Locked is a word I don’t like unless is locked poonanny= pardon my french! I’ve been locked up before, unfortunatly and it’s the worst situation, ever- My heart has been locked since my x girlfriend
I grabbed the door and yanked hard and harder and hardest and I yanked until I felt my muscles rip and my shoulder bones tear out of my back and my fingers snap apart but still it was locked and I tried my best but all I did was pull my arms off and then I was armless and the door to my dreams was still locked- locked.
The key in the door wouldn’t turn before I realized my head was the knob. The pattering of footsteps on the creaky wood floors became louder as the adrenaline and fear rose. The hand of a six year old girl covered my face. She twisted my neck and my body and the rush of air blazed my hair and skin.
I am locked in my own mind I can’t get out. The doors are all locked it is dark. I am screaming but no one hears me. Why am I locked in my own mind while can’t I find the door to freedom. Where is the key how do I get out of here…someone help me please.
bob lee always locks the room. My room is always locked because of Bob Lee. My room is locked too often. I should have locked the room though. Now I have to write this because someone burst through the door and told me to write this.
i was locked in the bedroom all by myself. my head was throbbing and every time the girls next door slammed their door i cringed. people are outside playing frisbee but i am drowning it out with french music. i don’t even like french music, it’s just something to do. i wish i wasn’t locked inside but i just can’t face anyone.
The mind is locked, and we have the power to unlock it, with a key of fortune, knowledge and wonder, we just have to find where it is and why its there, then we will truly understand who we are in this world.
The chest was locked. He knew, because he tried to open it. What was in it, he mused. He knew his mother had kept the chest away, far away, from the family up in the attic for years. But when he tried to ask her about it, she would clam up and tell him not to bring up the past. But he was so…curious. Maybe if his older sister Kate hadn’t dared him that he couldn’t guess what was in it…although she didn’t know either. He knew.
Locked out. It happens alot to me. Guess it comes with the territory of being a huge stoner. The forgetfulness that is. Its dumb to make people pay fifty bucks to cover for it anyways. Seriously i would understand if I had to get people up or something, but more often than not the person was already behind the desk.
locked in a room and never getting out, what a terrifying thought. i think about that frequently when i’m in the elevator, just being stuck there forever and never, ever getting out. i don’t like the word locked. locked sounds terrifying. i lock my door though, usually when i leave the room and don’t trust anyone. which is silly, who shouldn’t i trust here? but anyway, locks. keys are fun. i liked having a key.
the way I feel right now in life. like I m locked inside of a box i cannot get out of no matter how hard i try. i need more money and a new job. i do not want to have to live a life without fun to make money.
hello my name is Diva. I am the shit and a bag of chips. I feel like i’m locked into this moment in time. Locked away without a key. What the hell am i saying? I don’t know.
I am stuck in a box of my own design. The walls are invisible, and the world shows through. I cannot see the box, but I know that it is there because the world looks odd and distorted, though I can’t say how.
There isn’t any way inside the door. The dust has collected on the other side, and when the sun is up mid day you it pours out from underneath, but we have no way in, and whatever’s in has no way out.
Locked away
far into the outer reaches
where i can’t seem to hold on to it
slips away through each hand
and spirals down
locked and gone
who can tell where it will
wind up next?
so once upon a time, i locked myself in my bedroom. and it was pretty strange, because i don’t even remember why i locked myself in my room. it was probably just because my grandmother and i had gotten into a fight. she says some stuff. and i really hope she never means it. but anyway, so while i was locked in my room, i played a game…and read a book…and my kitty cat was in there, too, so i probably pet him….
Did I lock the door this morning? I might come home and find nothing in my house. Is Molly going to be ok if I forgot to lock eht door I’m pretty sure I locked it, but what if I didn’t?? I could lose everything.
She was locked away, in the celler. It mattered not to her that these things crawled over her legs, skittered over her feet, and sniffed at her. She had deserved it. She had made the mistake.
My mind is locked — what to write? I’m lost on that one. Byuck. Need to unlock, and gain a fresh start. A fresh start? Unlocking? I guess that’s what this site is about.
I locked my door today. I woke up late. I was in a hurry to get to class. Somehow I remembered to stick that key into the hole and turn it. I even remember to turn off the lights. Somehow my brain became more focused because of the hurry I was in. Panic clarified my thoughts.
the door keeps me out of the prize room, the treasue chamber containing all my dreams could imagine. What is behind it/ what do i not know?Where does it lead? I have no idea.
I was locked outside in the cold that night. What a night it was. I way I had come to this point was incredible, and the dinner…well let’s just say I won’t be inviting Gary over again. It all started with a lawn trimmer, Gary is such a nosy neighbor.
the key never fits when your running away from your attacker. as you scramble when suddenly you wonder where the hell did theses other 5 keys come from?
Locked into my life. I cannot escape. The walls are pushing inward, pinning me like some caged pest. I have no escape. I can’t feel, think. Whenever I stop to rest, I get kicked in the shins. Locked is not being able to change.
I was locking Bigsby in her kennel and she would not stop barking. I thought how should I punish this beast? I took her out and spanked her methodically until my hand hurt then I put her back in. She was quiet but I was afraid she was conjuring up bad thoughts against me. so i let her sleep in my bed.
inside this room i see the corner and im debating going to it
no i wont do it
i cant
but again i try the door
it still wont budge
it still wont move
the windows barred over
but i can still see
the lovely dandelions outside
and it reminds me
what im fighting for
closed, shut. secret, safe.my door is locked so nooone will look at me while i’m being myself. no one can see me. i am all alone, secret, safe. locked away in a tower, castle.who while have the combination? not me, not you.
locked doors in the floor make a woman see a boar. the women walk in their place jagged is the river that runs through the books of the violent. hitler ran twice around the block to see the sunset 70 times. the world is afterall a lagoon of splendor and splenda for the overweight but easily excited.
Have you ever felt like you were locked up in something or somewhere? I have and it is not pretty.It makes you feel sad angry and alone.You can’t do anything at all but sit.
shoes hurt so badly I don’t understand it
Being trapped in such smelly compartments must be such dread. And shoelaces…You truly do not want me to start talking about shoelaces…Drat it.
I was locked out of the house one time. It took a long while to wake up my parents as it was early in the morning. The screen was locked .
They locked their fingers together, tightly. The girl whispered to him that she will never let go of him…..in her heart. The car came and the boy tucked his head in to his T-Shirt so she doesn’t see him crying. The man came out of the car, smoking a cigarette. COME HERE, BOY! TIME TO GO!, he said in a grumpy voice. The boy took his head out of his shirt and the girl saw his tears. The girl was surprised he will react this way. The boy quickly gave her a hug goodbye and whispered, I’ll miss you. The man pushed the boy inside the car, while the girl wasn’t trying not to cry. The car slowly went away, and the only sound the girl could hear was her heartbeat. Then when the car was out of sight, the girl cried hystericly. She fell to the ground. A note came out her pocket, it said
I know I only met you for a whole day. That is the only time they gave me to meet you. But you are the strongest girl I’ve ever met. To bad I have to go, please don’t cry. I’ll always be there in your heart. BE STRONG LIKE YOU ALWAYS WERE!
Love,
Your lil Brother
Her eyes got big and she decided to keep her promise. She said, I hope you also to well in another family’s life…….
NOTE: The brother and sister mom died. The girl went with her Aunt. And the boy is now in Foster Care by his Dad…..
Locked is a word I don’t like unless is locked poonanny= pardon my french! I’ve been locked up before, unfortunatly and it’s the worst situation, ever- My heart has been locked since my x girlfriend
I grabbed the door and yanked hard and harder and hardest and I yanked until I felt my muscles rip and my shoulder bones tear out of my back and my fingers snap apart but still it was locked and I tried my best but all I did was pull my arms off and then I was armless and the door to my dreams was still locked- locked.
The key in the door wouldn’t turn before I realized my head was the knob. The pattering of footsteps on the creaky wood floors became louder as the adrenaline and fear rose. The hand of a six year old girl covered my face. She twisted my neck and my body and the rush of air blazed my hair and skin.
I am locked in my own mind I can’t get out. The doors are all locked it is dark. I am screaming but no one hears me. Why am I locked in my own mind while can’t I find the door to freedom. Where is the key how do I get out of here…someone help me please.
bob lee always locks the room. My room is always locked because of Bob Lee. My room is locked too often. I should have locked the room though. Now I have to write this because someone burst through the door and told me to write this.
i was locked in the bedroom all by myself. my head was throbbing and every time the girls next door slammed their door i cringed. people are outside playing frisbee but i am drowning it out with french music. i don’t even like french music, it’s just something to do. i wish i wasn’t locked inside but i just can’t face anyone.
The mind is locked, and we have the power to unlock it, with a key of fortune, knowledge and wonder, we just have to find where it is and why its there, then we will truly understand who we are in this world.
A door is locked.
The chest was locked. He knew, because he tried to open it. What was in it, he mused. He knew his mother had kept the chest away, far away, from the family up in the attic for years. But when he tried to ask her about it, she would clam up and tell him not to bring up the past. But he was so…curious. Maybe if his older sister Kate hadn’t dared him that he couldn’t guess what was in it…although she didn’t know either. He knew.
Locked out. It happens alot to me. Guess it comes with the territory of being a huge stoner. The forgetfulness that is. Its dumb to make people pay fifty bucks to cover for it anyways. Seriously i would understand if I had to get people up or something, but more often than not the person was already behind the desk.
locked in a room and never getting out, what a terrifying thought. i think about that frequently when i’m in the elevator, just being stuck there forever and never, ever getting out. i don’t like the word locked. locked sounds terrifying. i lock my door though, usually when i leave the room and don’t trust anyone. which is silly, who shouldn’t i trust here? but anyway, locks. keys are fun. i liked having a key.
inside a buliding that has not any kind of light i dare myself to go searching for some way to get out, and to leave that trap.
so, i find myself trapped inside my mind and not in a building as i though
Locked up, fear, sense of lose of freedom…. pain loneliness, pain, sadness…. fear
the way I feel right now in life. like I m locked inside of a box i cannot get out of no matter how hard i try. i need more money and a new job. i do not want to have to live a life without fun to make money.
hello my name is Diva. I am the shit and a bag of chips. I feel like i’m locked into this moment in time. Locked away without a key. What the hell am i saying? I don’t know.
I am stuck in a box of my own design. The walls are invisible, and the world shows through. I cannot see the box, but I know that it is there because the world looks odd and distorted, though I can’t say how.
There isn’t any way inside the door. The dust has collected on the other side, and when the sun is up mid day you it pours out from underneath, but we have no way in, and whatever’s in has no way out.
Locked away
far into the outer reaches
where i can’t seem to hold on to it
slips away through each hand
and spirals down
locked and gone
who can tell where it will
wind up next?
so once upon a time, i locked myself in my bedroom. and it was pretty strange, because i don’t even remember why i locked myself in my room. it was probably just because my grandmother and i had gotten into a fight. she says some stuff. and i really hope she never means it. but anyway, so while i was locked in my room, i played a game…and read a book…and my kitty cat was in there, too, so i probably pet him….
Did I lock the door this morning? I might come home and find nothing in my house. Is Molly going to be ok if I forgot to lock eht door I’m pretty sure I locked it, but what if I didn’t?? I could lose everything.
She was locked away, in the celler. It mattered not to her that these things crawled over her legs, skittered over her feet, and sniffed at her. She had deserved it. She had made the mistake.
My mind is locked — what to write? I’m lost on that one. Byuck. Need to unlock, and gain a fresh start. A fresh start? Unlocking? I guess that’s what this site is about.
equality, it’s what the world needs, thats probably the most important word out there
I locked my door today. I woke up late. I was in a hurry to get to class. Somehow I remembered to stick that key into the hole and turn it. I even remember to turn off the lights. Somehow my brain became more focused because of the hurry I was in. Panic clarified my thoughts.
it’s like my heart is locked up and there is only one key but someone’s hiding it; i search and search but to no avail. i’ll die and i know it.
the door keeps me out of the prize room, the treasue chamber containing all my dreams could imagine. What is behind it/ what do i not know?Where does it lead? I have no idea.
the Chasity belt……………..
I was locked outside in the cold that night. What a night it was. I way I had come to this point was incredible, and the dinner…well let’s just say I won’t be inviting Gary over again. It all started with a lawn trimmer, Gary is such a nosy neighbor.
the key never fits when your running away from your attacker. as you scramble when suddenly you wonder where the hell did theses other 5 keys come from?
Locked into my life. I cannot escape. The walls are pushing inward, pinning me like some caged pest. I have no escape. I can’t feel, think. Whenever I stop to rest, I get kicked in the shins. Locked is not being able to change.
i lock my bedroom door sometimes so my parents cant walk in on me fucking my boyfriend.
I was locking Bigsby in her kennel and she would not stop barking. I thought how should I punish this beast? I took her out and spanked her methodically until my hand hurt then I put her back in. She was quiet but I was afraid she was conjuring up bad thoughts against me. so i let her sleep in my bed.
inside this room i see the corner and im debating going to it
no i wont do it
i cant
but again i try the door
it still wont budge
it still wont move
the windows barred over
but i can still see
the lovely dandelions outside
and it reminds me
what im fighting for
closed, shut. secret, safe.my door is locked so nooone will look at me while i’m being myself. no one can see me. i am all alone, secret, safe. locked away in a tower, castle.who while have the combination? not me, not you.
feel nothing just nothing.its about hate its just about fear.actually its not about fear.its just about searching the truth
locked doors in the floor make a woman see a boar. the women walk in their place jagged is the river that runs through the books of the violent. hitler ran twice around the block to see the sunset 70 times. the world is afterall a lagoon of splendor and splenda for the overweight but easily excited.
Have you ever felt like you were locked up in something or somewhere? I have and it is not pretty.It makes you feel sad angry and alone.You can’t do anything at all but sit.
shoes hurt so badly I don’t understand it
Being trapped in such smelly compartments must be such dread. And shoelaces…You truly do not want me to start talking about shoelaces…Drat it.