Don’t let life lead you down the wrong path. Choose your own road, be mindful of where you are going, have a purpose for your destination. Life is meant to be experienced in it’s fullness. Choose wisely and enjoy.
Paulie
the path is to follow. weaving through tree or swamp, through bend of bay or swerve of shore, as they say. with liquid determination, the forest is swallowed: a sea for the ocean.
fnord
The path was blocked by debris. The smell of smoke and ash invaded my nostrils in much the same way that our world had been invaded by those hellish nightmare creatures. What were they? And where did they come from? I was on determined to find out.
DynamicSheep
Forests and trails through garbage heaps. Broken arrows and forks in the highway. Lean in and listen for the sound of fallen footsteps. Dead soldiers in poppy fields. Watch the trees sway in and close overhead. We’re stuck in the dark now.
jhjgkjg
the path shows me the way , i dont have to know ehre to go, just to look at the path. it shows me, it moves me, it brings me to my destiny and i dont need anything else…than the path
i love the path
Rosalina
I walk home from the library every day. I bring a book to read now, not because I’m bored by the walk, but because people walk past me and I don’t know what to do.
As for life-paths, trails heavily traveled or ones yet to be forged, don’t ask me because I have no idea.
grace h
there never one path that leads to my house.
i used to live in a place where i had 4 different ways of getting in.
i love the variety, i love the pleasure of finding a new path that leads to the same old place
every path has its sounds, its smells
meital
Which path does one choose?
Right or wrong?
Left or right?
Blue pill or red pill?
It’s not clear cut or an easy decision.
But when you know; you know.
And it’s the best feeling when you do.
Lisa
the path was long and narrow and had lots of prickly things that poked me as i carried the heavy screen and shovel and other archaeological equipment, but being the only girl, i had to prove myself every day, so i didn’t quit, well until May that is, when i decided i would move to mexico. what a crazy path. life is.
briana
the path to emmaus, where two persons are going together, but noone sees the other. the path to light? whats the question and what is the answear? and whats between? sand?
Ole Mittmann
es mentira que los caminos oscuros y terribles lideran a lugares igual de tenebrosos y funebres.
a veces los caminos mas arduos y mas peligrosos
son los que nos llevan a disfrutar de ese destino que soñamos para nosotros.
muchas veces los caminos desolados,
apartados
son los que llevan a ese lugar menos pensado
que llamamos nuestro lugar.
vanessa
we’re not alone in this universe but on our each path we are all alone.
titien
Path is the trajectory of a point that can be defined using a continuous function. It need not be differentiable continuously, but it need to be continuous. It can be anything from a piral helix to a straigtline to a ero vector.
Ashfaq
you people are crazy to do things like this. I do wonder though, what do you hope to achieve theough this.
Siraji
A path makes you think about where it is you’re going, whether you want to go there, what you hope to have there. Paths are good, when they the right length.
Occono
journey the road that takes us thru life, which direction we will follow how will we go..many find life’s path is short, others curved, some winding, some straight life is along the path of life not the path chosen the one that destiny had in mind..follow your path..discover your life the path is long and winding…wide and narrow..exciting and challenging..follow the path..allow it to lead you don’t look back only forward moving every quickly and then slowly..smell the roses…see the sunrise..watch for the stars..the moon…the sun..time is along the path…go now…follow…the journey…
Neilsonpm
So I started walking down this long path that ran around the side of my house. I can’t remember the last time I even walked that whole path. I’ve been so busy, but that is no excuse for me not to enjoy my free time. Enjoy my home. When I say home I mean more then just 4 walls and a ruff.
Dennis
what path do we take through life? is it a set path which we must walk upon or is it a forming path determined by what we do in this life. can we stray from this path and return? or by straying do we forge our own path through the darkness.
Alex Higman
I walk this path alone wishing some one would come along. Then I see you there and I know that im in love tonight on this path a lone.
Noah
I was walking through the mountains when I found that I had took the right path, now I’ve to continue and get to the peak.
Enrique
the path you take should be decided by you and you alone.
let others influence your path and be willing to observe the paths others have taken, but in the end always make a decision based on your own ideas.
regretting your previous paths is a poor use of your time.
Arjuna Crary
I followed my path and stood on the fork, choices I made, some of them good, some of them bad, but all of them right, since they brought me where I am now.
Robert
at more time living
more animal i am
at more animal i am
more nowhat i lost
made i convert
nomade at my living
nomade at my belive
returning to my past
seeing
kato
so i see this path before me and i dont know if i should go. its like a dream, really, the way it looks, winding into that dim shady forest into a little spindle in the distance (and god, i wish i could go there but i cant, wish i could make myself step on that road but i wont, and why the hell not?) i dont know why, never did know, never will know. but i cant go down there because theres no coming back if i do. and what if…?
Linnie
sought by many as they are at the same time ignorant of the fact that they are already treading a path of their own.
it so easy to imagine getting lost in one. or the problem we may actually face most of the time is finding ourselves not knowing which path we tread.
an aimless life is hell…
adrian
I have to go through a path to get to where I want to be. This path is long, hard, and difficult. Once I reach the end, will I be happy? Will I find joy? How much will I learn along this path? I am ready to reach my goal – my destiny.
Whitney
i once followed a path. it took me far away from anything i ever expectedd. It took me to a new place in amy life. A new itme in my life. The second quarter of my life. I just wish i had had more time before going down that path. I wasnt ready. I needed to be with the people i loved in the first quarter for way lnger than i was allowed. I needed to take them with me to hte second. But thats impossible. And as it was it was impossible for me to wait either. So i followed that path. But not alone. My good friend ryan came with me. If it werent for him i wouldnt have been able to walk that path. I walked it. I denied the walking of it. Then ryan left and i had already walked. And i was alone.
dan
the path you walk upon. dirt…gravel..brick. Yellow brick road is sort of a path. Path of direction toward one’s future. Which path to take? Crossroads interrupt and force decisions. choose the path of least resistance.
c
a path that led down a tree lined stream near my house is my favorite place to go and think. I can hear the stream. sometimes i ride my horse there. i can hear his hooves beating the ground. I love when the trees that line it turn pretty fall colors. I would like to go there now – I’d have to bundle up because its cold outside, but nothing can keep me away from it. It is not smooth, there are a lot of rocks in it and when it rains it gets muddy. I hope that it snows soon because there is a hill down a ways that I can go sledding on. Sometimes my mom like to go cross country skiing on it. Sometimes at night I walk down it to the tree swing to watch the stars. its a safe place – I’m not scared when i am there.
Lindy
the path I choose is very important to me. sometimes the path can be rocky, sometimes it can be smooth. when its smooth its the best. there are no obstacles, there are no downfalls. unless you easily trip yourself up. then, a smooth path can be your worst enemy. you can trip yourself so many times you end up bruised.
Jennifer
There was a green path that I followed to the woods, the path was slimy and slippy. I nearly fell. The other day my mum went along the same path and fell over. I was not happy about that and decided to sue the Council. I went to see a solicitor and they said that it was possible. My mum got £3,000.00.
Serena
Térdre kényszerített a fájdalom;
Görgő gyöngyök, könnycseppek arcomon.
Te, te leszel gazoktól burjánzó utam
Legutolsó tiszta, finom gondolata.
Ez elsötétülő és kihalt ösvény Ez
A halál fojtó ölelésébe visz:
Magam körül fekete tüzeket érzek,
S szívemben a bánat éles fogait.
Nézd, a hit szent és fényes gyertyái
A végén mégiscsak eltűntek mind.
A szerelem, mi új létem bölcsője volt,
Keresztem és végzetem e pillanaton.
Játékos lángnyelvek parázsos ölünkben
Helyettük szakadék lelkeink között.
Jer hát, egy utolsó táncra, Véres Herceg!
A végső csókra zuhanásom előtt
nikita
Love Compared
I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern,
I will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.
nikita
I already wrote about paths. I guess the random generator isn’t so random.
Well to reiterate. I feel that paths are unfair if you follow them. You have to follow the directions that someone else has already created. Many times for your protection. But you don’t get to make your own way.
Abigail
walking on a dirt path with trees overhead, wind wispering, I slip and fall in the mud.
scott
The path was clear for me. I had none. I look out to the horizon, willing for it to tell me secrets, tell me where to go, where I belonged. It told me nothing. All I knew, was that there was a dead man at my feet.
Cindy
your path thru life is determined by your resolve
wmoore
here there and everywhere searching for truth my head explodes and the path folds three times without my mind im much better off as it seems to want my demise anyway truth who knows i dont know anything anymore i am here just here what will happen next a sixty second writing on stream of thought and the word path i stumble ever over onward stumbling manifesting being art being art truth meaning is there such a thing i wonder create me all is god you me the lines blur what will you show me about myself who are you is there a you is there a me what will i do with the next hour and then something different happened passion where are you love middle path buddha path less traveled can i just be can i just do without all this incessant thinking poetry lines visions seeker nonseeking God what what is the truth clarity focus sanity love ill play along without making you the center all is god godlike the brick really? the brick is god in the body of god bloated maybe divine prophet eyes that can see soul that can be be be be be be
Clarissa kris
The fork that Sarah had just come to looked exactly like the one she’d seen an hour ago.
But she couldn’t be in the same place! She had gone due south from there. Alas, it wasn’t the same. A little red jacket lay hanging across a pine that hadn’t existed before. From behind it she saw an eye looking straight at her.
Sarah’s first reaction caused her to stumble back with a gasp. Then she regained control and whispered out, “I think we both know the other one is here at the moment.”
The figure sighed and straighted up coming out from beneath the boughs. “Yes but we’ll continue pretending that the other doesn’t exist.” stated a small girl with long brown hair.
“who are you?” asked Sarah.
“Did you not just hear what I said?” the girl chided.
“You can’t expect me to pretend like that,” said Sarah, “I see you very clearly, and you have the upper favor in that you’
Don’t let life lead you down the wrong path. Choose your own road, be mindful of where you are going, have a purpose for your destination. Life is meant to be experienced in it’s fullness. Choose wisely and enjoy.
the path is to follow. weaving through tree or swamp, through bend of bay or swerve of shore, as they say. with liquid determination, the forest is swallowed: a sea for the ocean.
The path was blocked by debris. The smell of smoke and ash invaded my nostrils in much the same way that our world had been invaded by those hellish nightmare creatures. What were they? And where did they come from? I was on determined to find out.
Forests and trails through garbage heaps. Broken arrows and forks in the highway. Lean in and listen for the sound of fallen footsteps. Dead soldiers in poppy fields. Watch the trees sway in and close overhead. We’re stuck in the dark now.
the path shows me the way , i dont have to know ehre to go, just to look at the path. it shows me, it moves me, it brings me to my destiny and i dont need anything else…than the path
i love the path
I walk home from the library every day. I bring a book to read now, not because I’m bored by the walk, but because people walk past me and I don’t know what to do.
As for life-paths, trails heavily traveled or ones yet to be forged, don’t ask me because I have no idea.
there never one path that leads to my house.
i used to live in a place where i had 4 different ways of getting in.
i love the variety, i love the pleasure of finding a new path that leads to the same old place
every path has its sounds, its smells
Which path does one choose?
Right or wrong?
Left or right?
Blue pill or red pill?
It’s not clear cut or an easy decision.
But when you know; you know.
And it’s the best feeling when you do.
the path was long and narrow and had lots of prickly things that poked me as i carried the heavy screen and shovel and other archaeological equipment, but being the only girl, i had to prove myself every day, so i didn’t quit, well until May that is, when i decided i would move to mexico. what a crazy path. life is.
the path to emmaus, where two persons are going together, but noone sees the other. the path to light? whats the question and what is the answear? and whats between? sand?
es mentira que los caminos oscuros y terribles lideran a lugares igual de tenebrosos y funebres.
a veces los caminos mas arduos y mas peligrosos
son los que nos llevan a disfrutar de ese destino que soñamos para nosotros.
muchas veces los caminos desolados,
apartados
son los que llevan a ese lugar menos pensado
que llamamos nuestro lugar.
we’re not alone in this universe but on our each path we are all alone.
Path is the trajectory of a point that can be defined using a continuous function. It need not be differentiable continuously, but it need to be continuous. It can be anything from a piral helix to a straigtline to a ero vector.
you people are crazy to do things like this. I do wonder though, what do you hope to achieve theough this.
A path makes you think about where it is you’re going, whether you want to go there, what you hope to have there. Paths are good, when they the right length.
journey the road that takes us thru life, which direction we will follow how will we go..many find life’s path is short, others curved, some winding, some straight life is along the path of life not the path chosen the one that destiny had in mind..follow your path..discover your life the path is long and winding…wide and narrow..exciting and challenging..follow the path..allow it to lead you don’t look back only forward moving every quickly and then slowly..smell the roses…see the sunrise..watch for the stars..the moon…the sun..time is along the path…go now…follow…the journey…
So I started walking down this long path that ran around the side of my house. I can’t remember the last time I even walked that whole path. I’ve been so busy, but that is no excuse for me not to enjoy my free time. Enjoy my home. When I say home I mean more then just 4 walls and a ruff.
what path do we take through life? is it a set path which we must walk upon or is it a forming path determined by what we do in this life. can we stray from this path and return? or by straying do we forge our own path through the darkness.
I walk this path alone wishing some one would come along. Then I see you there and I know that im in love tonight on this path a lone.
I was walking through the mountains when I found that I had took the right path, now I’ve to continue and get to the peak.
the path you take should be decided by you and you alone.
let others influence your path and be willing to observe the paths others have taken, but in the end always make a decision based on your own ideas.
regretting your previous paths is a poor use of your time.
I followed my path and stood on the fork, choices I made, some of them good, some of them bad, but all of them right, since they brought me where I am now.
at more time living
more animal i am
at more animal i am
more nowhat i lost
made i convert
nomade at my living
nomade at my belive
returning to my past
seeing
so i see this path before me and i dont know if i should go. its like a dream, really, the way it looks, winding into that dim shady forest into a little spindle in the distance (and god, i wish i could go there but i cant, wish i could make myself step on that road but i wont, and why the hell not?) i dont know why, never did know, never will know. but i cant go down there because theres no coming back if i do. and what if…?
sought by many as they are at the same time ignorant of the fact that they are already treading a path of their own.
it so easy to imagine getting lost in one. or the problem we may actually face most of the time is finding ourselves not knowing which path we tread.
an aimless life is hell…
I have to go through a path to get to where I want to be. This path is long, hard, and difficult. Once I reach the end, will I be happy? Will I find joy? How much will I learn along this path? I am ready to reach my goal – my destiny.
i once followed a path. it took me far away from anything i ever expectedd. It took me to a new place in amy life. A new itme in my life. The second quarter of my life. I just wish i had had more time before going down that path. I wasnt ready. I needed to be with the people i loved in the first quarter for way lnger than i was allowed. I needed to take them with me to hte second. But thats impossible. And as it was it was impossible for me to wait either. So i followed that path. But not alone. My good friend ryan came with me. If it werent for him i wouldnt have been able to walk that path. I walked it. I denied the walking of it. Then ryan left and i had already walked. And i was alone.
the path you walk upon. dirt…gravel..brick. Yellow brick road is sort of a path. Path of direction toward one’s future. Which path to take? Crossroads interrupt and force decisions. choose the path of least resistance.
a path that led down a tree lined stream near my house is my favorite place to go and think. I can hear the stream. sometimes i ride my horse there. i can hear his hooves beating the ground. I love when the trees that line it turn pretty fall colors. I would like to go there now – I’d have to bundle up because its cold outside, but nothing can keep me away from it. It is not smooth, there are a lot of rocks in it and when it rains it gets muddy. I hope that it snows soon because there is a hill down a ways that I can go sledding on. Sometimes my mom like to go cross country skiing on it. Sometimes at night I walk down it to the tree swing to watch the stars. its a safe place – I’m not scared when i am there.
the path I choose is very important to me. sometimes the path can be rocky, sometimes it can be smooth. when its smooth its the best. there are no obstacles, there are no downfalls. unless you easily trip yourself up. then, a smooth path can be your worst enemy. you can trip yourself so many times you end up bruised.
There was a green path that I followed to the woods, the path was slimy and slippy. I nearly fell. The other day my mum went along the same path and fell over. I was not happy about that and decided to sue the Council. I went to see a solicitor and they said that it was possible. My mum got £3,000.00.
Térdre kényszerített a fájdalom;
Görgő gyöngyök, könnycseppek arcomon.
Te, te leszel gazoktól burjánzó utam
Legutolsó tiszta, finom gondolata.
Ez elsötétülő és kihalt ösvény Ez
A halál fojtó ölelésébe visz:
Magam körül fekete tüzeket érzek,
S szívemben a bánat éles fogait.
Nézd, a hit szent és fényes gyertyái
A végén mégiscsak eltűntek mind.
A szerelem, mi új létem bölcsője volt,
Keresztem és végzetem e pillanaton.
Játékos lángnyelvek parázsos ölünkben
Helyettük szakadék lelkeink között.
Jer hát, egy utolsó táncra, Véres Herceg!
A végső csókra zuhanásom előtt
Love Compared
I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern,
I will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.
I already wrote about paths. I guess the random generator isn’t so random.
Well to reiterate. I feel that paths are unfair if you follow them. You have to follow the directions that someone else has already created. Many times for your protection. But you don’t get to make your own way.
walking on a dirt path with trees overhead, wind wispering, I slip and fall in the mud.
The path was clear for me. I had none. I look out to the horizon, willing for it to tell me secrets, tell me where to go, where I belonged. It told me nothing. All I knew, was that there was a dead man at my feet.
your path thru life is determined by your resolve
here there and everywhere searching for truth my head explodes and the path folds three times without my mind im much better off as it seems to want my demise anyway truth who knows i dont know anything anymore i am here just here what will happen next a sixty second writing on stream of thought and the word path i stumble ever over onward stumbling manifesting being art being art truth meaning is there such a thing i wonder create me all is god you me the lines blur what will you show me about myself who are you is there a you is there a me what will i do with the next hour and then something different happened passion where are you love middle path buddha path less traveled can i just be can i just do without all this incessant thinking poetry lines visions seeker nonseeking God what what is the truth clarity focus sanity love ill play along without making you the center all is god godlike the brick really? the brick is god in the body of god bloated maybe divine prophet eyes that can see soul that can be be be be be be
The fork that Sarah had just come to looked exactly like the one she’d seen an hour ago.
But she couldn’t be in the same place! She had gone due south from there. Alas, it wasn’t the same. A little red jacket lay hanging across a pine that hadn’t existed before. From behind it she saw an eye looking straight at her.
Sarah’s first reaction caused her to stumble back with a gasp. Then she regained control and whispered out, “I think we both know the other one is here at the moment.”
The figure sighed and straighted up coming out from beneath the boughs. “Yes but we’ll continue pretending that the other doesn’t exist.” stated a small girl with long brown hair.
“who are you?” asked Sarah.
“Did you not just hear what I said?” the girl chided.
“You can’t expect me to pretend like that,” said Sarah, “I see you very clearly, and you have the upper favor in that you’
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