i was locked down in a blind room. there was no door and windows. just a guitar music, and screams. i was going mad; i was hearing a pure silence. there was no exit, there was no other thing. just darkness.
what we don’t realise is that behind the locked door is our own selves. we’re not reaching out and we’re not communicating. It can only lead to disaster, mutilation even. We should think more…
i have no idea what this is about but ohh well too bad. one world hmm my world? or one world to share? i dont know. same as one life kinda. but a life is yours a world is to share.
u know this really depends on how fast u can type. me i’, sloq
locked, it means closed. it’s about something you’re not able to discover
the truth is locked sometimes, sometimes is the heart of someone you love. Unlock a secret, everybody’s dream, which secret depends on you. It’s possible, you just need some effort.
The door was locked. Damn, I curse in my mind. Timing is awful. I needed to get to her, and I needed to get to her NOW. Why did she lock the damn thing? She’s toying with me again. I can’t believe this. Of all the days to do it, why lock the door today?
If i sometimes scared you with my naked looks, i apologize. I don’t mean to keep you here with my demands and half hidden needs. But the more i get to know you, the more i need you. The more i realise that i need you, the less i want to let go. I guess this is some way of me telling you, that there really is no way out, you are mine forever.
i locked up the door and ran out the house. he was following me. i didn’t know what i had done, i didn’t know why he was after me. but i didn’t even have time to ponder why. so i just ran, and ran, and ran. the brass key grasped tightly in my palm, i could feel my sweat making it uncomfortable. but my fits were locked in position and my eyes focused ahead of me, a blur of green and brown, leaping over sticks and logs, not knowing where i was going, not knowing where i came from. i couldn’t feel my breath, i couldn’t feel my feet, i could just hear my heart, thump, thump, thump. “why did you do it? SPEAK.” He had said, his arm firmly plastered me against the wall. I could feel him getting angrier and angrier than he already was, when i stared at him with a confused, blank, expression. and that’s when i ran.
The door is often locked. But why? Statistics show that there are still millions of thieves in the country and also worldwide. So, we have to lock the doors.
Locked in a cage, like an animal, who can save me from this how can I get help? Is it a real cage? it might as well be, I’m being stifled inside I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, I can’t move.
one day i locked the door and when i came back to re-open it, i couldn’t. i looked to find a window but there wasn’t one. was i trapped? was i stuck forever in a dimly lit room without a way out or even windows to enjoy the view?
It is quite a funny word. You hate it, but love it at the same time. You come to find that something of yours is locked and immediately you are filled with anger because you are restricted access from it. However, the back of your mind is content because you know your belongings are safe.
Locked doors, windows, heaters, signs.
Everything can be locked and unlocked. There isn’t something that has been locked and is now unlock able. There is always a way to unlock something.
I never know what to do when I get to a locked door. Do I knock? Do I ignore it? What’s happening? What am I missing out on because of that unturnable doorknob? It makes me feel so left out on some sort of secret. Maybe I’m not good enough to know that secret. Maybe, it’s a secret about me. But what I don’t know can’t hurt me. What I don’t know is not a reality to me.
Sitting cold on a locker, the locked door with its rusty hinges just lingers around the hallway of the high school. Echoes of voices are stuck within the hallways and silence is locked within the tight spaces and large rooms of this amazing academic institution. Locked away until morning, this school will remain cold.
unable to open. denied entry. trapped. door with silverfish inside the keyhole. parallel parking that’s too close to get out of. installed. connected. puzzle pieces.
the door was locked and that means no one is able to enter the room that is hidden behind it. The locked door can contain so many different things that the possibilities are only limited to ones imagination. The things behind the locked door may be faboulous or they may be dangerous or even plain dull or nothing at all. A locked container or door presents a temptation for all humans to enter and find out whats in it or behind the door.
locked in a cabinet in a shelf away from me, you, never again, I can’t feel it anymore but I know that it will come again, I just don’t know when and I don’t know how right now but it always seems like the dead come back to say hello and it never stops.
the door in my room locks automatically. i like closed doors. my locket i dont have one. i dont know why the door closes on its own. the real world is coming on. locked door? i dont know. i like the wood of the door. its multi-colored. stumble. lock. tumble. idk how to crack a tumbler lock. i wish i did like charlize theron in that one movie with markie mark and she cracks locks.
i locked my door to my room, i thought i threw away the key. i didn’t want you to find out about all my secrets. but you found out anyway. somehow. you found the keys.
sometimes i walk around the kitchen and look for things,
sometimes they are locked. not locked as in locked.
like you can’t eat it. it’s that thing right out of reach: 100 too many calories. too fatty. allergic.
it’s always something: some barrier.
unattainable.
locked away in the corner of his office, Douglas cowered as the wooden door keeping him between the undead army and his life starts caving in before him.
Locked. Out. I feel so excluded.
Sometimes though, my brain just feels locked. Locked down. Rusted.
It’s fun if you have the secret word to unlock the mystery though. Then locked is a game.
we are all locked in a never ending battle for monetary gain and social acceptance, when both have no place in modern society, life is better off without money or the pursuit of acceptance, we need to begin to see the fact that we are all in the same boat, live together, or die alone.
Life is a highway, or so I’m told. It’s a journey through which I’m supposed to be able to find myself. I trip and stumble blindly, reaching my fingers uselessly into the dark, trying to find my way. But sometimes it feels like the doorknob in my hand is locked, and my future won’t let me in. I will find the key, I promise that much to myself, but until then, I’ll remain waiting at the doorstep.
I no longer feel locked in by my fear. Oh it’s still there but I have cracked it and I know the secret to get out of it. I love it. Nothing major has happened, yet but I now feel like there is potiental for amazing things.
I lock my doors every night… and then double and triple check them to make sure that they’re properly closed. I fear the outside while I’m in my apartment at night — the anxieties of a single female living alone in a college town. I like being independent and yet I fear not having a sort of man around the house for protection. I feel pathetic.
shut out by my mind
kept away from the very thing
that i know
will cure
will change
the lousy state that
i am captive to
i want to
escape
please let me
In this jail, in this prison of a life. I have to find an escape. Is there any way out of this dark abyss. I have tried for 17 years to escape this prison, the end of my road is near and I am waiting on my turn to come up. It feels like i am always waiting.
The door to her room was locked. She couldn’t escape even as she heard the voices outside, laughing and loving. She could hear his voice, and knew he would fall in love with her the second he saw her, but the door wouldn’t open. She paced anxiously, wringing her heart, until her fingers went numb, and finally. She.gave. up.
shut out by my mind
kept away from the very thing
that i know
will cure
will change
the lousy state that
i am captive to
i want to
escape
please let me
i was locked down in a blind room. there was no door and windows. just a guitar music, and screams. i was going mad; i was hearing a pure silence. there was no exit, there was no other thing. just darkness.
what we don’t realise is that behind the locked door is our own selves. we’re not reaching out and we’re not communicating. It can only lead to disaster, mutilation even. We should think more…
my heart is locked; the tides have pulled me into the dark, deep cave
i have no idea what this is about but ohh well too bad. one world hmm my world? or one world to share? i dont know. same as one life kinda. but a life is yours a world is to share.
u know this really depends on how fast u can type. me i’, sloq
locked, it means closed. it’s about something you’re not able to discover
the truth is locked sometimes, sometimes is the heart of someone you love. Unlock a secret, everybody’s dream, which secret depends on you. It’s possible, you just need some effort.
down and away..gone closed something for only a few people. hard to get into. a lock can be locked.
The door was locked. Damn, I curse in my mind. Timing is awful. I needed to get to her, and I needed to get to her NOW. Why did she lock the damn thing? She’s toying with me again. I can’t believe this. Of all the days to do it, why lock the door today?
If i sometimes scared you with my naked looks, i apologize. I don’t mean to keep you here with my demands and half hidden needs. But the more i get to know you, the more i need you. The more i realise that i need you, the less i want to let go. I guess this is some way of me telling you, that there really is no way out, you are mine forever.
Locked in life, in love in career locked with people with relationships with the goddamned world.
What’s the key? Where’s it? Set me free. please
i locked up the door and ran out the house. he was following me. i didn’t know what i had done, i didn’t know why he was after me. but i didn’t even have time to ponder why. so i just ran, and ran, and ran. the brass key grasped tightly in my palm, i could feel my sweat making it uncomfortable. but my fits were locked in position and my eyes focused ahead of me, a blur of green and brown, leaping over sticks and logs, not knowing where i was going, not knowing where i came from. i couldn’t feel my breath, i couldn’t feel my feet, i could just hear my heart, thump, thump, thump. “why did you do it? SPEAK.” He had said, his arm firmly plastered me against the wall. I could feel him getting angrier and angrier than he already was, when i stared at him with a confused, blank, expression. and that’s when i ran.
The door is often locked. But why? Statistics show that there are still millions of thieves in the country and also worldwide. So, we have to lock the doors.
the door was open, his mind was locked, just like mine is now…. who holds the key?
Locked in a cage, like an animal, who can save me from this how can I get help? Is it a real cage? it might as well be, I’m being stifled inside I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, I can’t move.
one day i locked the door and when i came back to re-open it, i couldn’t. i looked to find a window but there wasn’t one. was i trapped? was i stuck forever in a dimly lit room without a way out or even windows to enjoy the view?
the locked box take forever to open without a key
It is quite a funny word. You hate it, but love it at the same time. You come to find that something of yours is locked and immediately you are filled with anger because you are restricted access from it. However, the back of your mind is content because you know your belongings are safe.
Locked doors, windows, heaters, signs.
Everything can be locked and unlocked. There isn’t something that has been locked and is now unlock able. There is always a way to unlock something.
I never know what to do when I get to a locked door. Do I knock? Do I ignore it? What’s happening? What am I missing out on because of that unturnable doorknob? It makes me feel so left out on some sort of secret. Maybe I’m not good enough to know that secret. Maybe, it’s a secret about me. But what I don’t know can’t hurt me. What I don’t know is not a reality to me.
stocked. scrolled. old.
the door, it stayed closed, the knob was unturned and the future was unknown.
without willing change there was nothing to do but stay inside and wait.
Sitting cold on a locker, the locked door with its rusty hinges just lingers around the hallway of the high school. Echoes of voices are stuck within the hallways and silence is locked within the tight spaces and large rooms of this amazing academic institution. Locked away until morning, this school will remain cold.
unable to open. denied entry. trapped. door with silverfish inside the keyhole. parallel parking that’s too close to get out of. installed. connected. puzzle pieces.
The man was trapped, the area shut down, the world dark. He pressed his hand against his heart. Locked. Now and forever.
the door was locked and that means no one is able to enter the room that is hidden behind it. The locked door can contain so many different things that the possibilities are only limited to ones imagination. The things behind the locked door may be faboulous or they may be dangerous or even plain dull or nothing at all. A locked container or door presents a temptation for all humans to enter and find out whats in it or behind the door.
locked in a cabinet in a shelf away from me, you, never again, I can’t feel it anymore but I know that it will come again, I just don’t know when and I don’t know how right now but it always seems like the dead come back to say hello and it never stops.
I was locked with her in the elev..etor.. For whole two hours.. All i managed to say was.. Hi.. It was fun though…
the door in my room locks automatically. i like closed doors. my locket i dont have one. i dont know why the door closes on its own. the real world is coming on. locked door? i dont know. i like the wood of the door. its multi-colored. stumble. lock. tumble. idk how to crack a tumbler lock. i wish i did like charlize theron in that one movie with markie mark and she cracks locks.
i locked my door to my room, i thought i threw away the key. i didn’t want you to find out about all my secrets. but you found out anyway. somehow. you found the keys.
sometimes i walk around the kitchen and look for things,
sometimes they are locked. not locked as in locked.
like you can’t eat it. it’s that thing right out of reach: 100 too many calories. too fatty. allergic.
it’s always something: some barrier.
unattainable.
locked away in the corner of his office, Douglas cowered as the wooden door keeping him between the undead army and his life starts caving in before him.
Locked. Out. I feel so excluded.
Sometimes though, my brain just feels locked. Locked down. Rusted.
It’s fun if you have the secret word to unlock the mystery though. Then locked is a game.
we are all locked in a never ending battle for monetary gain and social acceptance, when both have no place in modern society, life is better off without money or the pursuit of acceptance, we need to begin to see the fact that we are all in the same boat, live together, or die alone.
Life is a highway, or so I’m told. It’s a journey through which I’m supposed to be able to find myself. I trip and stumble blindly, reaching my fingers uselessly into the dark, trying to find my way. But sometimes it feels like the doorknob in my hand is locked, and my future won’t let me in. I will find the key, I promise that much to myself, but until then, I’ll remain waiting at the doorstep.
I no longer feel locked in by my fear. Oh it’s still there but I have cracked it and I know the secret to get out of it. I love it. Nothing major has happened, yet but I now feel like there is potiental for amazing things.
I lock my doors every night… and then double and triple check them to make sure that they’re properly closed. I fear the outside while I’m in my apartment at night — the anxieties of a single female living alone in a college town. I like being independent and yet I fear not having a sort of man around the house for protection. I feel pathetic.
shut out by my mind
kept away from the very thing
that i know
will cure
will change
the lousy state that
i am captive to
i want to
escape
please let me
i am locked in poverty. locked in a perpetual cycle of debt. the greed is taking over.
In this jail, in this prison of a life. I have to find an escape. Is there any way out of this dark abyss. I have tried for 17 years to escape this prison, the end of my road is near and I am waiting on my turn to come up. It feels like i am always waiting.
The door to her room was locked. She couldn’t escape even as she heard the voices outside, laughing and loving. She could hear his voice, and knew he would fall in love with her the second he saw her, but the door wouldn’t open. She paced anxiously, wringing her heart, until her fingers went numb, and finally. She.gave. up.
shut out by my mind
kept away from the very thing
that i know
will cure
will change
the lousy state that
i am captive to
i want to
escape
please let me