My long black ponytail blew slightly in the wind everytime i looked over the edge of the massive rock I was sitting on. This was always where I went and sat when times were hard.
Stepdad bonding?! Where did that come from?Wow, if I could help it, that’d be last on the long list of things they try to get me to do. I liked being alone. Never had to worry about prissy problems. Have my own mind and be able to stick with that. Forget all the arguments and fights, why have to deal with friends?
My mom was the basic cheerleader gets pregnent with random jock. Then marries different jock because first jock abandons her. That’s all she wanted for me really. ‘You have so much potential’ i mimicked her voice superbly. When I at last turn 18 I will move far away to New Zealand and live in a camoflauged hole in the ground. Oh! Just the image I create for myself gets me filled with longing!
I scoffed then, I could hear Sam walking up the trail after me.
“Anabeth? Anabeth?” Rolling my eyes at his very attempt to find me. Even if he did, I would slip over the rock into my crevice. And if he knew where that was (doubtedly)he wouldn’t have the guts to come down here. That’s how all jocks are. Unless on a dare, in which case they’d most likely fall trying too hard to make it look casual and quick.
Cecilia
paths lead many places
in life, in parks,
a path may be wide or it may be thin and narrow
both metaphorically and physically
paths can be paved
they can be gravel
they could be stone
or mud
or just flattened grass
walking along paths is a human thing
they are made by humans
and we talk about paths.
it’s a human thing
WilliamAckroyd
As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.
-HDT
Fred Man Jones
i see them everyday. Mysterious paths. Little dirt paths leading to sunny days on sheet in the sun. a bottle of wine, sandwiches and a sunburn. Maybe a little soccer? a nap. I never get to take them however. I always jsut go
t hart
If you walk my way, we’ll walk together on this autumnal path. A path where the leaves sting the floor with a colour rush head storm pain driven tinge.
If you walk my way I’ll show you everything.
Sohinee
It’s not that I’m lost, it’s just that I haven’t found my way. Wandering alone is not a bad thing, it’s not a good thing, it just is. Maybe one day I’ll discover who I am, but for now, I’m content with who I’m not.
Charlie Rose
Path, what a good word. Full of hope and optimism for what might be lying ahead. It has a certain romance to it – the path in the forest that leads to the house made of sweets in fairytales for example. Streets paved with gold. The air of indecision – which path to take? Let’s hope it’s the right one!
Sue Keogh
which path to wander down today? i could take the path of worry and allow my day to be consumed by the what ifs and if onlys of my life…
what about the path of wonder and amazement that i am still here, still contributing in my small way and still living under God’s grace…i choose this path
kim
path to freedom, ends with wisdom only one can connect to.
being free can accommodate the loneliest of souls.
and wisdom being the highest prioity known to man
luke whittemore
there are endless paths in front of me. i cant choose which one to go on. all winding and twisting leading to God knows where. its the unknown destination of the paths that really scare me. the beasts that may lie at the end of each. the twists and the turns each path will take. im afraid onf the bend in the road.
sid
The path led me down into the woods, where the eagle cried out, triumphantly. “CAW, CAW,” the noise echoed through the forest. The sound is amazing. An eagle
alexcor
It was a long path
One that brought me to my knees
Point of surrender
markishmark
It was on the path that it happened, the accident. They were walking the path when the rocks started to slide down on top of them.
Krista Marks
the path i took led me deep into the woods. it was dark and scary and there were large slimy worms hanging from the branches of the trees. i took a peanutbutter sandwich out of my rucksack and fed it to a large raccoon sitting on a tree root. it ate the sandwich thoughtfully and, wiping its whiskers, asked me politely if i had anything available to drink. i said no, but that i thought i could hear a stream in the distance. maybe that water would be drinkable.
unbecca
the path to happiness is long and hard! I think that a path should be followed with happiness in mind and that if you don’t need someone to travel the path with you then IT’S FINE! You don’t need anyone else to make the path better or more rewarding to you. A nice quiet path, full of happy memories!
Joanne
The rain is blurring my vision. I can’t see where I’m going. Is anyone there? Why am I alone all of a sudden? A dark, menacing blob is blocking my path. I need to move forward but how?
Mix
One word … yes, love. love. love… forever!
binh
I feel that I’ll never find my true path in life. I’ve always felt that I have never wanted to be restricted in what I do, but by never going in one direction, I feel that I’m left to walk in circles.
aaron p.
it is half the word..half black and half white…
Mohammed Ali
to somewhere better or else we must die i tell you we mnust die…
lp
Path. Here I thought it was going to be more difficult. Two paths had Robert Frost, off into the woods, one path have I, upon this page. No page. Telescreen. No page, one path. A path of sixty seconds worth of distance run. The allusions are running together now indiscriminately along this path. What more can be said about a path? Thirteen ways of looking at a path? Alas, poor Yorick.
Armen Roman
the wound into the woods, taking my feet on an unexpected journey. The woods were dark and heavily wooded, the trees like statues watching my every move. gravel stirred around my feet, flinging dust into the air. to where i was going, i didn’t know.I was only there to escape my thoughts.
Ally
i’ve taken the path many times but in ecah season it is different. Today the colors are glowing as the leaves have turned and the air has gotten colder. the reds and orabges and deep golden colors warm me from the inside even thought the air might be brisk. i love this time of year when we hunker down for the colder monrths ahead.
marcia
I will walk through life with my eyes wide open and my heart ready to love. I may choose one of many paths and it will probably not be the best one, but I will make my life beautiful and amazing. Nevermind the trivialities of where or when or why and how, I will have a wonderful existence.
Rachel Feltman
a path is a funny thing.
Do we stick toit? Do we venture away fromit?
Do we embraceit?Or do we try to change it?
We allhave one.Do you know yours?
Grace
itd be great to walk down that one path in my life where im always scared to tread.
One day ill make that first step, and instead of the countless bad things I THINK will happen to me, I know that my world will have changed and that I’ll love
ryano
path of life is not easy, but there are solutions always. it is up to us whether we are ready to find them. if we have an open mind and are ready to learn we will definitely find our answers on the path of life.people according to their needs and desires choose different paths. there’s nothing wrong in it but they should be ready to face the consequences of whatever they have chosen in life.
Asha Mathew
it’s some thing that we can use when we have a shower it is for body washing
naser ali
no wrong one
no right one
to each their own
takes a life of its own
can be narrow and rocky
can be straight and smooth
AHS
blalbhjalkhbhaklbhalb labjalkshdb l?? Yeah. I walked o the path. O the path. aioubgasoifbualisrbhjlaerjgtfHuh? What are you talkinga bout? Did the path lead you to insanity? no, th epath brought me from insanity, andthis is just the after effect albauafhiafigioasufbnalidsfjgasuogiaudofinbuadsgfaosd HAHAHHAHAHAAAAA!
Can you show me the path? What path? The path from insanity? No, you have the yellow brick road instead. Thats pretty insane with the flying monkeys.
You know
if i should die this very moment, i wouldn’t fear, cuz i never know completeness like being here…
Smooth
a way to get to where you want to be
Jill Staggs
and as he walked away down the path to freedom, she sat there with a blank stare. one tear ran down her cheek and all she could think was “where do i go from here?”
melissa renee
Hey man, this is the same word as yesterday. That’s a bummer. When does it reset? It’s 12:03 pacific time right now. I’d of thought that’d of done it. I already wrote about “path”. It was cheesy and I don’t wanna do it again.
I turn 30 in 2 days. Wow.
heatherflea
which direction to go a laid out source to find my way especially in a maze of forest whether it is of life or true forest it leads me home though the journey may be long and i become overwhelmed with the way as long as i stay on the path i will reach my destination.
candi
paths are always confusing.I would love to tread on a path that is known but life is never so simple.pATHS of life are ever so intricate and complex.
Vimmy
the path to succes is sure fire if we do the right things at the right time at the right places.
But these thinsg don’t happen often and that’s why the path to success is never an easy job.
But then the most important thing in life is to not look atthe destination but rather enjoy the journey!
deepan
As I walk down the path of life I dodge the obstacles that appear through every twist and turn. Each one different and sometimes more treacherous only leaving me to use my wits and skils to dodge the onlaught.
Trevin
a journy taken on a road undefined… footsteps lead a different direction yet we all mark our own way… make this count for something… or nothing is more important… fight the urge to follow another… watch your feet make your own tracks in the realm of life… this is the time to forge your own path
Lanya
path is a way that we all have to go trough. it can hard and full of stones, and usually in the end we die. eventhough it’s worth it.
My long black ponytail blew slightly in the wind everytime i looked over the edge of the massive rock I was sitting on. This was always where I went and sat when times were hard.
Stepdad bonding?! Where did that come from?Wow, if I could help it, that’d be last on the long list of things they try to get me to do. I liked being alone. Never had to worry about prissy problems. Have my own mind and be able to stick with that. Forget all the arguments and fights, why have to deal with friends?
My mom was the basic cheerleader gets pregnent with random jock. Then marries different jock because first jock abandons her. That’s all she wanted for me really. ‘You have so much potential’ i mimicked her voice superbly. When I at last turn 18 I will move far away to New Zealand and live in a camoflauged hole in the ground. Oh! Just the image I create for myself gets me filled with longing!
I scoffed then, I could hear Sam walking up the trail after me.
“Anabeth? Anabeth?” Rolling my eyes at his very attempt to find me. Even if he did, I would slip over the rock into my crevice. And if he knew where that was (doubtedly)he wouldn’t have the guts to come down here. That’s how all jocks are. Unless on a dare, in which case they’d most likely fall trying too hard to make it look casual and quick.
paths lead many places
in life, in parks,
a path may be wide or it may be thin and narrow
both metaphorically and physically
paths can be paved
they can be gravel
they could be stone
or mud
or just flattened grass
walking along paths is a human thing
they are made by humans
and we talk about paths.
it’s a human thing
As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.
-HDT
i see them everyday. Mysterious paths. Little dirt paths leading to sunny days on sheet in the sun. a bottle of wine, sandwiches and a sunburn. Maybe a little soccer? a nap. I never get to take them however. I always jsut go
If you walk my way, we’ll walk together on this autumnal path. A path where the leaves sting the floor with a colour rush head storm pain driven tinge.
If you walk my way I’ll show you everything.
It’s not that I’m lost, it’s just that I haven’t found my way. Wandering alone is not a bad thing, it’s not a good thing, it just is. Maybe one day I’ll discover who I am, but for now, I’m content with who I’m not.
Path, what a good word. Full of hope and optimism for what might be lying ahead. It has a certain romance to it – the path in the forest that leads to the house made of sweets in fairytales for example. Streets paved with gold. The air of indecision – which path to take? Let’s hope it’s the right one!
which path to wander down today? i could take the path of worry and allow my day to be consumed by the what ifs and if onlys of my life…
what about the path of wonder and amazement that i am still here, still contributing in my small way and still living under God’s grace…i choose this path
path to freedom, ends with wisdom only one can connect to.
being free can accommodate the loneliest of souls.
and wisdom being the highest prioity known to man
there are endless paths in front of me. i cant choose which one to go on. all winding and twisting leading to God knows where. its the unknown destination of the paths that really scare me. the beasts that may lie at the end of each. the twists and the turns each path will take. im afraid onf the bend in the road.
The path led me down into the woods, where the eagle cried out, triumphantly. “CAW, CAW,” the noise echoed through the forest. The sound is amazing. An eagle
It was a long path
One that brought me to my knees
Point of surrender
It was on the path that it happened, the accident. They were walking the path when the rocks started to slide down on top of them.
the path i took led me deep into the woods. it was dark and scary and there were large slimy worms hanging from the branches of the trees. i took a peanutbutter sandwich out of my rucksack and fed it to a large raccoon sitting on a tree root. it ate the sandwich thoughtfully and, wiping its whiskers, asked me politely if i had anything available to drink. i said no, but that i thought i could hear a stream in the distance. maybe that water would be drinkable.
the path to happiness is long and hard! I think that a path should be followed with happiness in mind and that if you don’t need someone to travel the path with you then IT’S FINE! You don’t need anyone else to make the path better or more rewarding to you. A nice quiet path, full of happy memories!
The rain is blurring my vision. I can’t see where I’m going. Is anyone there? Why am I alone all of a sudden? A dark, menacing blob is blocking my path. I need to move forward but how?
One word … yes, love. love. love… forever!
I feel that I’ll never find my true path in life. I’ve always felt that I have never wanted to be restricted in what I do, but by never going in one direction, I feel that I’m left to walk in circles.
it is half the word..half black and half white…
to somewhere better or else we must die i tell you we mnust die…
Path. Here I thought it was going to be more difficult. Two paths had Robert Frost, off into the woods, one path have I, upon this page. No page. Telescreen. No page, one path. A path of sixty seconds worth of distance run. The allusions are running together now indiscriminately along this path. What more can be said about a path? Thirteen ways of looking at a path? Alas, poor Yorick.
the wound into the woods, taking my feet on an unexpected journey. The woods were dark and heavily wooded, the trees like statues watching my every move. gravel stirred around my feet, flinging dust into the air. to where i was going, i didn’t know.I was only there to escape my thoughts.
i’ve taken the path many times but in ecah season it is different. Today the colors are glowing as the leaves have turned and the air has gotten colder. the reds and orabges and deep golden colors warm me from the inside even thought the air might be brisk. i love this time of year when we hunker down for the colder monrths ahead.
I will walk through life with my eyes wide open and my heart ready to love. I may choose one of many paths and it will probably not be the best one, but I will make my life beautiful and amazing. Nevermind the trivialities of where or when or why and how, I will have a wonderful existence.
a path is a funny thing.
Do we stick toit? Do we venture away fromit?
Do we embraceit?Or do we try to change it?
We allhave one.Do you know yours?
itd be great to walk down that one path in my life where im always scared to tread.
One day ill make that first step, and instead of the countless bad things I THINK will happen to me, I know that my world will have changed and that I’ll love
path of life is not easy, but there are solutions always. it is up to us whether we are ready to find them. if we have an open mind and are ready to learn we will definitely find our answers on the path of life.people according to their needs and desires choose different paths. there’s nothing wrong in it but they should be ready to face the consequences of whatever they have chosen in life.
it’s some thing that we can use when we have a shower it is for body washing
no wrong one
no right one
to each their own
takes a life of its own
can be narrow and rocky
can be straight and smooth
blalbhjalkhbhaklbhalb labjalkshdb l?? Yeah. I walked o the path. O the path. aioubgasoifbualisrbhjlaerjgtfHuh? What are you talkinga bout? Did the path lead you to insanity? no, th epath brought me from insanity, andthis is just the after effect albauafhiafigioasufbnalidsfjgasuogiaudofinbuadsgfaosd HAHAHHAHAHAAAAA!
Can you show me the path? What path? The path from insanity? No, you have the yellow brick road instead. Thats pretty insane with the flying monkeys.
if i should die this very moment, i wouldn’t fear, cuz i never know completeness like being here…
a way to get to where you want to be
and as he walked away down the path to freedom, she sat there with a blank stare. one tear ran down her cheek and all she could think was “where do i go from here?”
Hey man, this is the same word as yesterday. That’s a bummer. When does it reset? It’s 12:03 pacific time right now. I’d of thought that’d of done it. I already wrote about “path”. It was cheesy and I don’t wanna do it again.
I turn 30 in 2 days. Wow.
which direction to go a laid out source to find my way especially in a maze of forest whether it is of life or true forest it leads me home though the journey may be long and i become overwhelmed with the way as long as i stay on the path i will reach my destination.
paths are always confusing.I would love to tread on a path that is known but life is never so simple.pATHS of life are ever so intricate and complex.
the path to succes is sure fire if we do the right things at the right time at the right places.
But these thinsg don’t happen often and that’s why the path to success is never an easy job.
But then the most important thing in life is to not look atthe destination but rather enjoy the journey!
As I walk down the path of life I dodge the obstacles that appear through every twist and turn. Each one different and sometimes more treacherous only leaving me to use my wits and skils to dodge the onlaught.
a journy taken on a road undefined… footsteps lead a different direction yet we all mark our own way… make this count for something… or nothing is more important… fight the urge to follow another… watch your feet make your own tracks in the realm of life… this is the time to forge your own path
path is a way that we all have to go trough. it can hard and full of stones, and usually in the end we die. eventhough it’s worth it.