I am locked in this feeling. Trapped. Paralyzed. Indecision, my middle name. Stagnant. No choice. Torn between me & family. What to do? God guide me, please.
inaccessable. Unavailable. Kept away. What is locked? what is open? how does one keeep something completely locked? Can one completely lock something? Why would you lock something. Why would you keep something unlocked?
life is locked. keys only given to those you have the urge to push and keep coming back. looking through the keyhole they glimpse the end prize keeping them holding on
doors are used to lock bad guys out. but in our houses in our homes we lock ourselves in. we lock our posessions- we lock in stocks- we lock doors- safes- lock in friendships lock in enemies- lock in ourfinal answer- lock in your fate- lock in love. Locked doesnt mean forever- locked is temporary- locked can be unlocked- so dont be afraid to lock things in- but always keep the keys and unlock it for special occasions
i am locked down her in my dungen of a heart will i ever love again i feel so alone no one to be with how will i ever live another day i wish he didnt break my my heart so it is torn up what shall i ever do without him.
the door was locked. no matter how hard i tried to open it, it wouldn’t budge. I heard her crying on the other side, in pain. Why couldn’t I get in to help her! That was all she needed, was for me to just come in and help her. The key wasn’t working.
im locked in a cage im locked w my heart every thing is locked the door is locke the ceiling is locked even the garage is locked r u locked because i am yayy lets lock every thing today even ur life
locked in the river
ice holds on til spring
we wait impatiently after a long cold winter
new canoe perched on top of the car
a friend says the ice shelf at waters’ edge held him ok
but as the sun’s angle grows steeper
you can’t know what will hold
what will give way
anticipating summer we change to light jackets
find ourselves shivering as the sun sets
researchers report that for the past few years
global warming has stalled
we know it of course
cherish an old-fashioned winter
we recall from childhood
bitterly cold, mountains of snow
neighborhood children digging tunnels
in the yard beneath a thick crust
in small rooms with muted light
we sat like rabbits hidden
imagining ourselves living in the wilderness
camouflaged forts protecting us
from the bully who lives across the street
growing up in the cold
we treasure winters like this
the ones we complain about
and miss
feeling like Spring will never come
our longing for warmth grows
with longer days
Ice cold. Nothing to feel. What would it take to heal? I am locked in something like stasis. Why? You. You left me way behind. And I froze, like a computer screen. I got locked up. And I can’t sticky-keys, or ctrl-alt-delete this one…
Everything’s locked. You got locked doors, locked spirits, locked locks.
The lock thing is the key, but the key deserves one lock. If it ain’t no lock, it ain’t no key either.
i was locked out of my room and I couldn’t get in I thought oh, what am I gonna do, my cat is in there so , I asked her if she could unlock the door and all she could do was meow, so I had to make another key but my landlord wasn’t home, I thought of my goodness now my cat is gonna starvee delima, delima what am I gonna do? It was crazy. I don’t know of anything else I can do.
sometimes i feel locked into my own brain. like a prisoner of war, stripped of belongings, clothing, numb to the world, naked and schackled, waiting for the end to come.
the end never comes. the reality just sits in. like a cold killer waiting to rape and leave you for dead with one final kiss before the end.
the reality can be there for good.
the bad doesn’t have to override.
Locked in. There was no escape for me. I was trapped in these words that you spewed at me that night so long ago. You’ve been long gone since then, but I’m still locked in your eyes, your smile, your hair, your string of bullshit LIES!
i’m really hungry wright now and i think its because I’m locked in a house where I’m a guest but at this point I no longer feel like a guest, I feel like a stranger because this house doesn’t know me and this hairless dog doesn’t know me either. What do I do about all this hunger? I’m locked inside a procrastinator’s body and I’ll never be able
The door was locked and there was nothing Harry could do about it. He was tired, weak from days of not eating and they had managed to find all his lockpicks; and anyway, in his condition a four tumbler was too much for him to handle.
a door and i can’t get out of it. i fiddle wit hthe handle and i am trying to get out, but i can’t do it. the doorknob won’t let me get out, it jingles and resists under my grasp; i’m starting to panic, i want to get out, but i can’t, i am locked in.
One day I was going to my house when I tryed to open the door. And it wouldnt open so I knew that i got locked up out side of my house. And I decided to knock on the door and no one opened the door. So I started to scream out my mom and brothers name out. Then I tryed to go to the backyard but it was also locked.
I was getting worried so I quickly whent to check if theres any windows open. There was no windows open and it started to get dark it was night and in the neighbor hood I live in theres many gang members so I started to get scared. But then i remembered that my mom said that she was going to live the keys on the bottom of the table outside. And she also told me that my brother is going to go to work with her because he got sick.
the disonance of the day locked his mind into a stronghold that left him blank and overloaded with thoughts that would not satisfy themselves within their container.
I see the door what’s on the other side I do not know, but I must figure out this locked door. To see the light I must unlock all truths. The only way i can do that is iff…no I can’t I can’t do it.
The door was locked. There was no way she could get through, but she needed to, she so desperately needed to get her baby out from the burning house. How could she have left her baby? Sure, being a new mother is hard, but not so hard that this should happen. She had to get in, through that locked door, she started to run at it, when the fireman grabbed her arm. She turned, and saw her baby, safe, in his arms. And she began to cry.
Putting all his belongings into the bag, James tried to lock the bolt that secured his shed. But then only he realized he got the wrong set of keyes. He rushed back to his car, but it was gone. What a stroke of luck.
How can I open it, to see what’s inside? I cannot cope with not knowing. It’s so perfect, and so unreachable. I cannot think of anything else, until I get it open. Whatever’s inside, I’ll love it…
he locked the door and left the key under the mat. i didn’t know if i should take it right then and there, and if i should come back later. he left in the red car. i ran after him. she screamed. i turned aroudn and decided to take the key. i grabbed it, and scratched the tips of my finger in the process. it started bleeding, but i only realised later when i found
Locked. I lock myself daily with the chains of my mind. I bore, I tire of the smiling citizens and caring friends. I sometimes just want to destroy these limits, almost self-imposed. Grow wings and break free of my prison…
the door was locked with my love inside. i really wanted to see him and i knew that i didnt have another oppoortunity like this. i just had to get that door open. no matter what i had to see him. his face will be forever in my mind. and forever in my heart like the sun and the moon are permanent…so is he
I locked the bathroom door in hopes that my lizard wouldn’t find me.
He is big and hairy and I can’t stand to see him staring me down when I have yet to feed him.
I have work to do and I’m locked away in the brightness of window light.
As he sat, locked away in this mysterious room, he wondered how he got here. Was this a dream? Or was it reality? He got up and noticed the room. He was in his basement celler. He could hear footsteps. What was upstairs? He started screaming.
ummmmm i have no idea what to right. Locked like trapped, makes me wanna write a story about a girl who is locked up for a weird reason um must think ummm> locked in a box closet cage…
locked out of opportunity. But am I really, or am I just looking for vitomhood? I am a white male in my mid twenties, what do I have to bitch about? Nothing. There is a roof over my head, credentials under my belt, and the whole world spread before me for the taking.
I am locked in this feeling. Trapped. Paralyzed. Indecision, my middle name. Stagnant. No choice. Torn between me & family. What to do? God guide me, please.
inaccessable. Unavailable. Kept away. What is locked? what is open? how does one keeep something completely locked? Can one completely lock something? Why would you lock something. Why would you keep something unlocked?
life is locked. keys only given to those you have the urge to push and keep coming back. looking through the keyhole they glimpse the end prize keeping them holding on
locked up, in a cell, no freedom, trapped, cant escaped, doors, trap doorsa, that little blue guy from trap door was pretty kool, i liked kids tv
doors are used to lock bad guys out. but in our houses in our homes we lock ourselves in. we lock our posessions- we lock in stocks- we lock doors- safes- lock in friendships lock in enemies- lock in ourfinal answer- lock in your fate- lock in love. Locked doesnt mean forever- locked is temporary- locked can be unlocked- so dont be afraid to lock things in- but always keep the keys and unlock it for special occasions
i am locked down her in my dungen of a heart will i ever love again i feel so alone no one to be with how will i ever live another day i wish he didnt break my my heart so it is torn up what shall i ever do without him.
the door was locked. no matter how hard i tried to open it, it wouldn’t budge. I heard her crying on the other side, in pain. Why couldn’t I get in to help her! That was all she needed, was for me to just come in and help her. The key wasn’t working.
im locked in a cage im locked w my heart every thing is locked the door is locke the ceiling is locked even the garage is locked r u locked because i am yayy lets lock every thing today even ur life
locked in the river
ice holds on til spring
we wait impatiently after a long cold winter
new canoe perched on top of the car
a friend says the ice shelf at waters’ edge held him ok
but as the sun’s angle grows steeper
you can’t know what will hold
what will give way
anticipating summer we change to light jackets
find ourselves shivering as the sun sets
researchers report that for the past few years
global warming has stalled
we know it of course
cherish an old-fashioned winter
we recall from childhood
bitterly cold, mountains of snow
neighborhood children digging tunnels
in the yard beneath a thick crust
in small rooms with muted light
we sat like rabbits hidden
imagining ourselves living in the wilderness
camouflaged forts protecting us
from the bully who lives across the street
growing up in the cold
we treasure winters like this
the ones we complain about
and miss
feeling like Spring will never come
our longing for warmth grows
with longer days
Ice cold. Nothing to feel. What would it take to heal? I am locked in something like stasis. Why? You. You left me way behind. And I froze, like a computer screen. I got locked up. And I can’t sticky-keys, or ctrl-alt-delete this one…
Everything’s locked. You got locked doors, locked spirits, locked locks.
The lock thing is the key, but the key deserves one lock. If it ain’t no lock, it ain’t no key either.
I locked my love inside
and threw away the key
never to be hurt again
don’t want to let love in
i was locked out of my room and I couldn’t get in I thought oh, what am I gonna do, my cat is in there so , I asked her if she could unlock the door and all she could do was meow, so I had to make another key but my landlord wasn’t home, I thought of my goodness now my cat is gonna starvee delima, delima what am I gonna do? It was crazy. I don’t know of anything else I can do.
sometimes i feel locked into my own brain. like a prisoner of war, stripped of belongings, clothing, numb to the world, naked and schackled, waiting for the end to come.
the end never comes. the reality just sits in. like a cold killer waiting to rape and leave you for dead with one final kiss before the end.
the reality can be there for good.
the bad doesn’t have to override.
Locked in. There was no escape for me. I was trapped in these words that you spewed at me that night so long ago. You’ve been long gone since then, but I’m still locked in your eyes, your smile, your hair, your string of bullshit LIES!
i’m really hungry wright now and i think its because I’m locked in a house where I’m a guest but at this point I no longer feel like a guest, I feel like a stranger because this house doesn’t know me and this hairless dog doesn’t know me either. What do I do about all this hunger? I’m locked inside a procrastinator’s body and I’ll never be able
the door stood tall at the top of the stairs, barred and locked.
The door was locked and there was nothing Harry could do about it. He was tired, weak from days of not eating and they had managed to find all his lockpicks; and anyway, in his condition a four tumbler was too much for him to handle.
a door and i can’t get out of it. i fiddle wit hthe handle and i am trying to get out, but i can’t do it. the doorknob won’t let me get out, it jingles and resists under my grasp; i’m starting to panic, i want to get out, but i can’t, i am locked in.
i am locked into the word locked locked for ever in this box locked locked locked new word from the creator please
One day I was going to my house when I tryed to open the door. And it wouldnt open so I knew that i got locked up out side of my house. And I decided to knock on the door and no one opened the door. So I started to scream out my mom and brothers name out. Then I tryed to go to the backyard but it was also locked.
I was getting worried so I quickly whent to check if theres any windows open. There was no windows open and it started to get dark it was night and in the neighbor hood I live in theres many gang members so I started to get scared. But then i remembered that my mom said that she was going to live the keys on the bottom of the table outside. And she also told me that my brother is going to go to work with her because he got sick.
the disonance of the day locked his mind into a stronghold that left him blank and overloaded with thoughts that would not satisfy themselves within their container.
I see the door what’s on the other side I do not know, but I must figure out this locked door. To see the light I must unlock all truths. The only way i can do that is iff…no I can’t I can’t do it.
The door was locked. There was no way she could get through, but she needed to, she so desperately needed to get her baby out from the burning house. How could she have left her baby? Sure, being a new mother is hard, but not so hard that this should happen. She had to get in, through that locked door, she started to run at it, when the fireman grabbed her arm. She turned, and saw her baby, safe, in his arms. And she began to cry.
My heart, doors to freedom, the future. All are locked away for some other time, some other place, some other person.
Putting all his belongings into the bag, James tried to lock the bolt that secured his shed. But then only he realized he got the wrong set of keyes. He rushed back to his car, but it was gone. What a stroke of luck.
How can I open it, to see what’s inside? I cannot cope with not knowing. It’s so perfect, and so unreachable. I cannot think of anything else, until I get it open. Whatever’s inside, I’ll love it…
The heart, the center was locked but she couldn’t let it go. She kept trying to undo the tumblers to set it free.
he locked the door and left the key under the mat. i didn’t know if i should take it right then and there, and if i should come back later. he left in the red car. i ran after him. she screamed. i turned aroudn and decided to take the key. i grabbed it, and scratched the tips of my finger in the process. it started bleeding, but i only realised later when i found
Her heart was locked and put away in a Pandora’s box. She was nothing but chaos and shouldn’t be realeased.
Locked. I lock myself daily with the chains of my mind. I bore, I tire of the smiling citizens and caring friends. I sometimes just want to destroy these limits, almost self-imposed. Grow wings and break free of my prison…
the door was locked with my love inside. i really wanted to see him and i knew that i didnt have another oppoortunity like this. i just had to get that door open. no matter what i had to see him. his face will be forever in my mind. and forever in my heart like the sun and the moon are permanent…so is he
chenge the word please. i want some other word.
why is this page locked with the word locked??!!!
I’m really confused.
I locked the bathroom door in hopes that my lizard wouldn’t find me.
He is big and hairy and I can’t stand to see him staring me down when I have yet to feed him.
I have work to do and I’m locked away in the brightness of window light.
i locked the door behind me in fear that he may attack me from behind, i was followed all the way to my apartment, shaking and breathing feriously
As he sat, locked away in this mysterious room, he wondered how he got here. Was this a dream? Or was it reality? He got up and noticed the room. He was in his basement celler. He could hear footsteps. What was upstairs? He started screaming.
ummmmm i have no idea what to right. Locked like trapped, makes me wanna write a story about a girl who is locked up for a weird reason um must think ummm> locked in a box closet cage…
why is this word still up?! You guys need to pick new words faster!!!
locked out of opportunity. But am I really, or am I just looking for vitomhood? I am a white male in my mid twenties, what do I have to bitch about? Nothing. There is a roof over my head, credentials under my belt, and the whole world spread before me for the taking.