my darkness follows a path in fire and dreams this path lead me though to my my memories and pain hope is gone but the pain is there and im still daed in side so force me in to a new path please save me now some oe hold me and stop my suffering
there is a path that leads one to his greater understanding of all things. I see that man wallowing in the straits. He cannot get up to look at his tired hands. He cannot see the eminent justice of his life .. Why does it always have to be so hard to see your own accomplishment?
i saw a path in the woods and decided to follow it. It was a very long path, took me across streams and into the forest. As i walked along the path, i saw a rabbit that was eatting a lot of the grass. The rabbit suddenly saw me and ran away. I continued down the path and at the end I found a little house.
Who makes a path out of sand? A garden path made out of fucking sand? What, were there house guests saying, “Oh, it’s been a lovely evening, but I just didn’t think there was enough sand in socks.” It’s just in between your toes, the grains rubbing your skin away, it’s more irritating than genocide.
To define a path is to limit yourself to it–more can be found in the brush off to the side. “Path” implies you are going somewhere, rather than being somewhere.
a walkway something you walk down to get to another place can be used on sunny days and good weather, usually made of stone and gravel, commonly found in forests. can be winding or straight with hills or flat ground,
I’ve been infatuated with the kings of leon since I saw sex on fire. I loved them a lot before…BOTT was pretty much a sacred record to me before I’d even seen SOF…but now it’s getting insane. In a good way. I love Caleb’s tiny, tiny hips. I wish I could drum like Nathan (or at all). Jared was staring at my general area at the show in SF and he looked so intense and I wish I knew why…I thnk people behind me were siezing or somehting…Matthew looks like a little boy. anywho. They’re awesome. But I wish I could have as much fun as they do. My life seems so boring after the show, and rockstars like them get to do this everyday…I’m jealous, but I’m not, cuz I know I could never handle that type of living…Guess I’ll have to find my own way
by This has nothing to do with Paths I have no friends and no one to talk to so I need to get this off on 10.25.2008
this path is so different from the one I knew before it’s changed and you’ve changed, so I guess we’re going somewhere different now?
And you know, I tried to follow that one you showed me, you know, less traveled and through the woods and all.
I am really confused about the path that I should be taking in life. I think of a dirt path that maybe goes along the mountains, through the valleys, through the deserts at times. I would love to just walk along a path the rest of my life and see the world and never have any true responsibilities. Just walking.
the path led to the top of a hill where sat the guru, patiently awaiting the one true student. Thereupon I sat out, not to acheive enlightenment, but rather to become it. It was a slippery slope.
A path of enlightenment, each step pushing through the dark and clouded density in ignorance. The quicksand tripwire, the trapdoor snare of stupidity. With each step the gravity diminishes. With each step the oxygen enriches us. With each step images increase in vividness.
the path is more important than the destination, we are told that so fucking much, but I don’t believe it. I once went to a trip to six flags with my dad, his ex, and my half sister he had with her. It was less than two hour car trip but it felt like fore ever. Once we got there me and my dad split up and had a great time, but we both didn’t want to get back in that car. them bitches were crazy.
is a journey we find in our lives. to each a different direction and a different intention. our paths are set before us, but not unable to be altered. we change our fates moment to moment with every choice, good or bad. unique and special… each path is ours to claim.
I took the path less followed. It mightn’t have payed off for Jeff, but it sure did for me. You see I was told not to take this path, but through sheer stubbornness I did.
As I was walking along the path I realized that I had never been there before and would never be there again and I wondered how many of its small subtle beauties I was overlooking, simply ignoring. Going through life, how many things do we miss? and is our life not unlike that path? Something that we can only walk once? And how much do we miss? And how many of us notice?
I’m on a narrow path, you’re running through the field, you smoke the flowers wild, and never swear to yield. I can’t help but love you, though I’ll never have you, but all the while I’ll watch you run, while you’re still in sight.
Down the looping path
to a place I never knew
(Though I might have seen it once or twice before)
Will you follow me?
Or am I going to have to walk all alone?
I’m carving my own way. I don’t know where I’m going, and hopefully some will follow me. Theres flowers on this path and they are beautiful. I bend over to pick one, but hesitate. I take in its beauty and decide to leave it there. I’m taking the path seldom traveled, leaving hope in my wake.
They would follow the path until noon. The darkness ate the winding stone and dirt that threaded through the trees like long dull brown snakes, the pets of an evil mother nature.
journey destination holy crap another cookie time to bake a path of angels looking down and laughing kids and dogs and brats too make fun times even better so take that!
I follow at least one different path every day, they all lead me to places I’m not supposed to be, but no one ever yells at me so I suppose it’s okay. All paths seem to lead to you, I noticed, and you never seem to be lead to me, I lead myself to you, always to you. I rather hate it, I wish you would be somehow lead to me or would ever make an effort to be lead to me, it’s rather annoying actually, but I still love oh so very much I feel I am rather pathetic.
A path is a way which you must chose. It will split into many other paths, leading to unknown mysteries. Some will turn into a dead end, some will lead to success, some will help you realize who you are, and some will destroy everything you ever had. Chose your path wisely.
a path, a journey. there may come a fork in the path but we must make the right choice. dont look back, keep walking, keep focusing on walking. you cannot walk the path with both legs trying to go different directions, you must decide one way to go and stick with it. walk, carfully.
i’m so apathetic that sometimes i just want to die so that i can progress on to the next life. my psychiatrist tells me that that’s not a healthy way to think, and then she gives me pills, but the pills take away the colours, so i don’t take them. sometimes i wonder why the colours leave. mostly i don’t.
way light, only choice enjoyment, special luck positive follow always
for ever
the path takes me where it is I am suspose to go an It dictated what I do or say at any moment or any time. I can only be on the path never off the path the path is and can only be/. If i were to leave the path i would only be discoverig a new path a frvever
there is a path that I need to follow. I keep diverging off of it. I hate myself for it. This is not the life I want. But I’m afraid of what will happen if I attempt to not fail.
my darkness follows a path in fire and dreams this path lead me though to my my memories and pain hope is gone but the pain is there and im still daed in side so force me in to a new path please save me now some oe hold me and stop my suffering
Let me do my own thing now,
Cut the chains that bind my hands,
Let me follow my own way now,
Let me travel these desperate lands.
Find beauty in the forsaken,
Let the grass to grow,
Follow me, my dear,
Threw the valleys low.
Let me walk my own way,
Never to be alone,
Let the follow my own path now,
And see how much I’ve grown.
there is a path that leads one to his greater understanding of all things. I see that man wallowing in the straits. He cannot get up to look at his tired hands. He cannot see the eminent justice of his life .. Why does it always have to be so hard to see your own accomplishment?
This long winded path, has it been a journey worth traveling? Who could know until i’ve faced an end where face to face.
My path is a unique path.
i saw a path in the woods and decided to follow it. It was a very long path, took me across streams and into the forest. As i walked along the path, i saw a rabbit that was eatting a lot of the grass. The rabbit suddenly saw me and ran away. I continued down the path and at the end I found a little house.
a journey some where to go a place where you go to find yourself a path train a walk way a stepping stone . a path to your heart.
ones path in life?
This path go to Delhi through the forest.
Who makes a path out of sand? A garden path made out of fucking sand? What, were there house guests saying, “Oh, it’s been a lovely evening, but I just didn’t think there was enough sand in socks.” It’s just in between your toes, the grains rubbing your skin away, it’s more irritating than genocide.
To define a path is to limit yourself to it–more can be found in the brush off to the side. “Path” implies you are going somewhere, rather than being somewhere.
a walkway something you walk down to get to another place can be used on sunny days and good weather, usually made of stone and gravel, commonly found in forests. can be winding or straight with hills or flat ground,
I’ve been infatuated with the kings of leon since I saw sex on fire. I loved them a lot before…BOTT was pretty much a sacred record to me before I’d even seen SOF…but now it’s getting insane. In a good way. I love Caleb’s tiny, tiny hips. I wish I could drum like Nathan (or at all). Jared was staring at my general area at the show in SF and he looked so intense and I wish I knew why…I thnk people behind me were siezing or somehting…Matthew looks like a little boy. anywho. They’re awesome. But I wish I could have as much fun as they do. My life seems so boring after the show, and rockstars like them get to do this everyday…I’m jealous, but I’m not, cuz I know I could never handle that type of living…Guess I’ll have to find my own way
this path is so different from the one I knew before it’s changed and you’ve changed, so I guess we’re going somewhere different now?
And you know, I tried to follow that one you showed me, you know, less traveled and through the woods and all.
I am really confused about the path that I should be taking in life. I think of a dirt path that maybe goes along the mountains, through the valleys, through the deserts at times. I would love to just walk along a path the rest of my life and see the world and never have any true responsibilities. Just walking.
a path is a way to reach a place…. it defines the methods followed to reach an ultimate goal….
the path led to the top of a hill where sat the guru, patiently awaiting the one true student. Thereupon I sat out, not to acheive enlightenment, but rather to become it. It was a slippery slope.
A path of enlightenment, each step pushing through the dark and clouded density in ignorance. The quicksand tripwire, the trapdoor snare of stupidity. With each step the gravity diminishes. With each step the oxygen enriches us. With each step images increase in vividness.
the path is more important than the destination, we are told that so fucking much, but I don’t believe it. I once went to a trip to six flags with my dad, his ex, and my half sister he had with her. It was less than two hour car trip but it felt like fore ever. Once we got there me and my dad split up and had a great time, but we both didn’t want to get back in that car. them bitches were crazy.
i was on a path and i had to follooow an idiot for two days until he died then i jumped overe him and took his tuff but there was som,enone behind me
is a journey we find in our lives. to each a different direction and a different intention. our paths are set before us, but not unable to be altered. we change our fates moment to moment with every choice, good or bad. unique and special… each path is ours to claim.
I took the path less followed. It mightn’t have payed off for Jeff, but it sure did for me. You see I was told not to take this path, but through sheer stubbornness I did.
I take the path. The Path less traveled. Yet all I see are familiar faces.
As I was walking along the path I realized that I had never been there before and would never be there again and I wondered how many of its small subtle beauties I was overlooking, simply ignoring. Going through life, how many things do we miss? and is our life not unlike that path? Something that we can only walk once? And how much do we miss? And how many of us notice?
I’m on a narrow path, you’re running through the field, you smoke the flowers wild, and never swear to yield. I can’t help but love you, though I’ll never have you, but all the while I’ll watch you run, while you’re still in sight.
Down the looping path
to a place I never knew
(Though I might have seen it once or twice before)
Will you follow me?
Or am I going to have to walk all alone?
I’m carving my own way. I don’t know where I’m going, and hopefully some will follow me. Theres flowers on this path and they are beautiful. I bend over to pick one, but hesitate. I take in its beauty and decide to leave it there. I’m taking the path seldom traveled, leaving hope in my wake.
what is set for us either by ourselves, our friends, our family, or our enviroment. one or many.
They would follow the path until noon. The darkness ate the winding stone and dirt that threaded through the trees like long dull brown snakes, the pets of an evil mother nature.
journey destination holy crap another cookie time to bake a path of angels looking down and laughing kids and dogs and brats too make fun times even better so take that!
I follow at least one different path every day, they all lead me to places I’m not supposed to be, but no one ever yells at me so I suppose it’s okay. All paths seem to lead to you, I noticed, and you never seem to be lead to me, I lead myself to you, always to you. I rather hate it, I wish you would be somehow lead to me or would ever make an effort to be lead to me, it’s rather annoying actually, but I still love oh so very much I feel I am rather pathetic.
A path is a way which you must chose. It will split into many other paths, leading to unknown mysteries. Some will turn into a dead end, some will lead to success, some will help you realize who you are, and some will destroy everything you ever had. Chose your path wisely.
a path, a journey. there may come a fork in the path but we must make the right choice. dont look back, keep walking, keep focusing on walking. you cannot walk the path with both legs trying to go different directions, you must decide one way to go and stick with it. walk, carfully.
I follow the path through the woods to find the beast lying under the gold tinged foliage. I am the beast…and the foliage and the forest and the path.
i’m so apathetic that sometimes i just want to die so that i can progress on to the next life. my psychiatrist tells me that that’s not a healthy way to think, and then she gives me pills, but the pills take away the colours, so i don’t take them. sometimes i wonder why the colours leave. mostly i don’t.
way light, only choice enjoyment, special luck positive follow always
for ever
the path takes me where it is I am suspose to go an It dictated what I do or say at any moment or any time. I can only be on the path never off the path the path is and can only be/. If i were to leave the path i would only be discoverig a new path a frvever
It’s as rugged as ever, but I’m consistently becoming better at anticipating the bumps, and avoiding disasters.
there is a path that I need to follow. I keep diverging off of it. I hate myself for it. This is not the life I want. But I’m afraid of what will happen if I attempt to not fail.
Every where my mind goes
i leave a little path
a part of me
an effect on you
each to his own
path be true.
I am on the path back to you.