Looking down, not knowing where I’m going. Trying to appreciate the beauty around. Keep looking up for someone to hold. Someone to hold hands with on the crazy journey. It’s lonely here. Step by step. Blinded by my own nearsightedness.
I don’t want the path is that I should take. So I should apply to law school and maybe the legal career field is the path I’ll take. But I have no idea how to get there. Which way just to get to one path in life? This path of personal statement writing is driving me insane. It’s as if I’m on this path and keep going and writing and then something in spite of me or maybe because of me pushes me off. How do I get back on? How do I keep going? How do I know which way to go or which path to take? And I am just one to take this well-trod path.
a long road ahead stretches without a seen end. That end is death, it’s there just up ahead and out of site for all of us. Not necessarily a bad thing – after all, who knows? Maybe this existence wasn’t supposed to last forever, maybe there is a journey beyond that must be traveled and that is far more vital than this. I know that I have never experienced my death. I have traveled a path where I shed a body before though…
I am writing because this site told me to. I am having a horrible and awful week all in once. I am finding myself, I am realizing who my real friends are. I need him to disappear though, so I can move on and forget about him..I need to leave. I need to be far away from where I am, I need to go. I want to see the stars, I want to be with someone who will stop time for me.
a deli full of delicious meatball subs is only a block away. I throw on some clothes and head out. awaiting the joy of the sub. the light turns green and i take a step off the curb and a huge nissan pathfinder comes within 3 inches of my face. that sandwhich almost killed me.
long dirt pth.
the least walked, the often talked.
dirrty dirt and there’s a sidewalk a block away
but along tha path,
jeeeeeezus babay
i opened my eyes.
a million dreams are born their everyday
moms lay, splayed and screamin
theres pain there babiy, but the sound of those dreams
their first cry
it breaks the air
a thousand bells crash to the floor in heaven.
the air is still a thousand times a day
baby dreams gasping for breath,
baby(/honey/i promise),
the most beautiful vacumn you’ll ever hear.
dirty dirt path
passing by fields
always wind up in teh city again.
—–
i dont write anymore, yaknow?
i talk.
because the spoken word is slow and smooth
babbbby baaaby
honney honey
suga suga.
i’m unsteady on my feet/tongue
but i’m learning.
leaning forward with anticipation,
and back with the hit.
you boo me once and i’ll run straight off this stage,
(mothafuckkkkka!)
not crying, but uneasy,
again,
like before when i was standing behind the curtain
listenin to you, your friend, your booooy
talking and giggling and lowsweetsmooth
you-laughing,
me- trying to catch my breath.
before
when i lied to my mom about where i was going
called my boss and said i was sick
showed up at my friends door, asking for a ride
before
when we pulled over just in time for the puke to hit pavement
and not his new rugs.
“i swwwear to gawd girrrrrrrl
don’t you darrrrre.”
before i told you about teh dirty dirt
where dreams claw their way from their mothers wombs
before you fell in love
the way to a destination. something which is not known.. leads to somewhere dark place…. but efforts make the path fruitful… if everything is right in the path then u are no the wrong path.
Once, there was a path long ago. It was the only path connect traders and local residents together. One the path was no more, economy fell apart. Chaos ensued. Until on brave carpenter built a new one. Making the world whole once more. Thanks to him, our world is complete.
the paths we follow early in life often determine the forks in the road that we face later on? does that make sense? i don’t know? it sounds kind of deep though, right? maybe kinda. kinda maybe. i don’t know anymore. hotdogs.
path there are many paths you can take in your life none are really “better” than another they just are different in the end we all die and life as we know it is over. no matter what path you choose though you have to choose to be happy happieneess is a choice and you can choose it or unhappiness it just depends on the type of person you are.
I set out along a long band dreary path, not knowing where I was going, or who I was seeking but I kept on, trekking onward as if I was entirely confident in my actions. I don’t understand where it is I am going but I know that I cannot turn back, I know there is nothing waiting there for me, so I must press onward.
sometimes i think that i’m not cut out for this. i mean, i chose this path, i chose this life. but i dont think i can do it anymore. when i go out with friends, or i’m at work, basically when i keep busy, i’m okay. i really am. but then i come home, alone, late at night, smelling of cigarettes and alcohol and coffee…and i think to myself “is this really what i wanted?”
maybe this isn’t the right path for me after all,
Path, the way to travel. When you chose a path to walk, you make the best choice you can. Sometimes that path leads you into darkness or despair. Other times it leads to great joy and happiness. But the worse decision you can make is to choose no path, to simply stop where you are. When you head into joy, it is all the better. When it finds you? Something is always missing. When you head into darkness and despair, you are proactive and can face them head on, or turn around. When they find you, they have time to surround you.
I lovea the path I walk our sweet, wheaten friend in Lincoln Park. The path leads to Todd’s memorial bench and we sit and talk and feel like he’s listening to us and is glad we are there. The pain of losing him is so intense that the walk on the path to the bench helps.
The path was created by one man. That man, after finishing the path, lay himself to rest at the end of it. He saw what he had accomplished and realized the effect he had left behind. For those that follow, he realized his impact on their lives. His path was theirs.
you have to follow the path that will lead to your true destiny young traveler, i cant be of any help to your journey just chose your own path, not the one of someone else
There are not many roads, nor options. Just have to keep walking. i don’t care where i’m going anymore. i don’t want to be here. i wish i didn’t have to walk. i don’t know what to do or which turn to take.
Gravel. Salty &sweet. You rode up to me on your banana-seat bicycle. Tricycles were your thing 15 years ago. Remember those sweet helmets our parents made us wear?
I looked into the woods, seemingly empty, before seeing a raccoon cross my path. It looked up at me with it’s black eyes before scurrying away. I looked further down the path before me and wondered if I should continue. It looked darker, although there were less trees, more evil because not even the raccoon would travel it.
We all follow different paths. Some are short, some are long. Some are paved, some are graveled. The way we choose to traverse them is what matters. Whether we walk tall and strong, happy and smiling; or hunched over, sour, and complaining of the rocks in our shoes. We choose our mood along our paths.
“How many roads must a man walk down,” as Arthur Dent suggests (or the mice suggest, depending on which version you see) for the ultimate question. Well, the paths are many, the easy choices much fewer. NEver forget to take the one less traveled.
the path may lead to starlit nights on galaxies of rain
but i chose to believe
it never really happened
wether or not the truth will be revealed
no one can truly realize
why earth is round
because the one who died one way
to decide the way of life
only answers questions
to the full extent in heaven
what is my path. the word seems to be perfect for the moment i’m facing right now. its important to think of life as a path rather than as a series of stops. but who really stops to consider that notion?
the path that i was lead down was a dark and sary one, with twist and turns that not even god knew about. This path was called my life, it was so scary, but no one knew.no one was there to shine a light.i was alone, very alone.
Every path you choose will bring you to a bad decision. There are so many more bad choices than there are good. The more “bad” decisions you make the more likely you’ll know what not to do in life. The path you chose will in fact do nothing but fuck your life up, if you’re truly happy you’re living a life in denial.
that takes you in the direction that you want to go or maybe not…maybe it takes you in the absolute wrong direction or maybe it is a direction you should be going but would rather not have. find your path and walk it, run it, skip it, dance it. by all means live the path!
She took the path toward her house, though familiar it seemed strange under the fall trees. There was an eerie breeze shuffling the leaves, her arms clutched tightly around her chilled torso. She pondered if it really was her home.
Which path do we take in life that will lead us to our destination. Left, right, up, down, or even back the way we came. This fork in the road is a crowded affair for surely I am not alone where I stand that juxtaposition. Can it be that the way home is north?
Looking down, not knowing where I’m going. Trying to appreciate the beauty around. Keep looking up for someone to hold. Someone to hold hands with on the crazy journey. It’s lonely here. Step by step. Blinded by my own nearsightedness.
I don’t want the path is that I should take. So I should apply to law school and maybe the legal career field is the path I’ll take. But I have no idea how to get there. Which way just to get to one path in life? This path of personal statement writing is driving me insane. It’s as if I’m on this path and keep going and writing and then something in spite of me or maybe because of me pushes me off. How do I get back on? How do I keep going? How do I know which way to go or which path to take? And I am just one to take this well-trod path.
a long road ahead stretches without a seen end. That end is death, it’s there just up ahead and out of site for all of us. Not necessarily a bad thing – after all, who knows? Maybe this existence wasn’t supposed to last forever, maybe there is a journey beyond that must be traveled and that is far more vital than this. I know that I have never experienced my death. I have traveled a path where I shed a body before though…
I am writing because this site told me to. I am having a horrible and awful week all in once. I am finding myself, I am realizing who my real friends are. I need him to disappear though, so I can move on and forget about him..I need to leave. I need to be far away from where I am, I need to go. I want to see the stars, I want to be with someone who will stop time for me.
a deli full of delicious meatball subs is only a block away. I throw on some clothes and head out. awaiting the joy of the sub. the light turns green and i take a step off the curb and a huge nissan pathfinder comes within 3 inches of my face. that sandwhich almost killed me.
There was no other way. I had to take it. It was the worst mistake of my life and almost the end of it. If only I had listened to my gut reaction.
long dirt pth.
the least walked, the often talked.
dirrty dirt and there’s a sidewalk a block away
but along tha path,
jeeeeeezus babay
i opened my eyes.
a million dreams are born their everyday
moms lay, splayed and screamin
theres pain there babiy, but the sound of those dreams
their first cry
it breaks the air
a thousand bells crash to the floor in heaven.
the air is still a thousand times a day
baby dreams gasping for breath,
baby(/honey/i promise),
the most beautiful vacumn you’ll ever hear.
dirty dirt path
passing by fields
always wind up in teh city again.
—–
i dont write anymore, yaknow?
i talk.
because the spoken word is slow and smooth
babbbby baaaby
honney honey
suga suga.
i’m unsteady on my feet/tongue
but i’m learning.
leaning forward with anticipation,
and back with the hit.
you boo me once and i’ll run straight off this stage,
(mothafuckkkkka!)
not crying, but uneasy,
again,
like before when i was standing behind the curtain
listenin to you, your friend, your booooy
talking and giggling and lowsweetsmooth
you-laughing,
me- trying to catch my breath.
before
when i lied to my mom about where i was going
called my boss and said i was sick
showed up at my friends door, asking for a ride
before
when we pulled over just in time for the puke to hit pavement
and not his new rugs.
“i swwwear to gawd girrrrrrrl
don’t you darrrrre.”
before i told you about teh dirty dirt
where dreams claw their way from their mothers wombs
before you fell in love
the way to a destination. something which is not known.. leads to somewhere dark place…. but efforts make the path fruitful… if everything is right in the path then u are no the wrong path.
Once, there was a path long ago. It was the only path connect traders and local residents together. One the path was no more, economy fell apart. Chaos ensued. Until on brave carpenter built a new one. Making the world whole once more. Thanks to him, our world is complete.
There are many paths to choose in life. Its difficult to know which one to follow. Maybe because there are so may of them.
the paths we follow early in life often determine the forks in the road that we face later on? does that make sense? i don’t know? it sounds kind of deep though, right? maybe kinda. kinda maybe. i don’t know anymore. hotdogs.
path there are many paths you can take in your life none are really “better” than another they just are different in the end we all die and life as we know it is over. no matter what path you choose though you have to choose to be happy happieneess is a choice and you can choose it or unhappiness it just depends on the type of person you are.
I set out along a long band dreary path, not knowing where I was going, or who I was seeking but I kept on, trekking onward as if I was entirely confident in my actions. I don’t understand where it is I am going but I know that I cannot turn back, I know there is nothing waiting there for me, so I must press onward.
follow your path
go with your dreams
never look back
with regret
follow your path
run if you like
go for your life
and dream
dream big.
sometimes i think that i’m not cut out for this. i mean, i chose this path, i chose this life. but i dont think i can do it anymore. when i go out with friends, or i’m at work, basically when i keep busy, i’m okay. i really am. but then i come home, alone, late at night, smelling of cigarettes and alcohol and coffee…and i think to myself “is this really what i wanted?”
maybe this isn’t the right path for me after all,
I take paths all the time. A lot of people say “take the offbeaten path” like in the song “A Change of Seasons” by Dream Theater.
Path, the way to travel. When you chose a path to walk, you make the best choice you can. Sometimes that path leads you into darkness or despair. Other times it leads to great joy and happiness. But the worse decision you can make is to choose no path, to simply stop where you are. When you head into joy, it is all the better. When it finds you? Something is always missing. When you head into darkness and despair, you are proactive and can face them head on, or turn around. When they find you, they have time to surround you.
I lovea the path I walk our sweet, wheaten friend in Lincoln Park. The path leads to Todd’s memorial bench and we sit and talk and feel like he’s listening to us and is glad we are there. The pain of losing him is so intense that the walk on the path to the bench helps.
The path was created by one man. That man, after finishing the path, lay himself to rest at the end of it. He saw what he had accomplished and realized the effect he had left behind. For those that follow, he realized his impact on their lives. His path was theirs.
you have to follow the path that will lead to your true destiny young traveler, i cant be of any help to your journey just chose your own path, not the one of someone else
Path is such a good day! :D
path i as wwalking down a path omg hahahaha what the fuck yhou scuck balls this is amaizng WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and then it happened
crap theres still more time i guess i couldve written alot more than that well.
There are not many roads, nor options. Just have to keep walking. i don’t care where i’m going anymore. i don’t want to be here. i wish i didn’t have to walk. i don’t know what to do or which turn to take.
Gravel. Salty &sweet. You rode up to me on your banana-seat bicycle. Tricycles were your thing 15 years ago. Remember those sweet helmets our parents made us wear?
Another path again? Why can’t we have highways instead? Roads? Driveways? Why paths? Is there really a point anyways…
I looked into the woods, seemingly empty, before seeing a raccoon cross my path. It looked up at me with it’s black eyes before scurrying away. I looked further down the path before me and wondered if I should continue. It looked darker, although there were less trees, more evil because not even the raccoon would travel it.
We all follow different paths. Some are short, some are long. Some are paved, some are graveled. The way we choose to traverse them is what matters. Whether we walk tall and strong, happy and smiling; or hunched over, sour, and complaining of the rocks in our shoes. We choose our mood along our paths.
“How many roads must a man walk down,” as Arthur Dent suggests (or the mice suggest, depending on which version you see) for the ultimate question. Well, the paths are many, the easy choices much fewer. NEver forget to take the one less traveled.
the path may lead to starlit nights on galaxies of rain
but i chose to believe
it never really happened
wether or not the truth will be revealed
no one can truly realize
why earth is round
because the one who died one way
to decide the way of life
only answers questions
to the full extent in heaven
what is my path. the word seems to be perfect for the moment i’m facing right now. its important to think of life as a path rather than as a series of stops. but who really stops to consider that notion?
i took a path it was possibly wrong but it haS MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY. I DO NOT REGRET IT.
The road taken and the road not taken. A choice that must be made. Will lead to the unknown.
When on the path, you should focus on things in the path, not why you chose this path over another.
the path of this life has been scattered with wonder but none so magical as this one that leads me to an angel.
the path that i was lead down was a dark and sary one, with twist and turns that not even god knew about. This path was called my life, it was so scary, but no one knew.no one was there to shine a light.i was alone, very alone.
Every path you choose will bring you to a bad decision. There are so many more bad choices than there are good. The more “bad” decisions you make the more likely you’ll know what not to do in life. The path you chose will in fact do nothing but fuck your life up, if you’re truly happy you’re living a life in denial.
a road to follow to get somewhere/see something. Usually a path is made of dirt of you’re watching out side.
that takes you in the direction that you want to go or maybe not…maybe it takes you in the absolute wrong direction or maybe it is a direction you should be going but would rather not have. find your path and walk it, run it, skip it, dance it. by all means live the path!
She took the path toward her house, though familiar it seemed strange under the fall trees. There was an eerie breeze shuffling the leaves, her arms clutched tightly around her chilled torso. She pondered if it really was her home.
Which path do we take in life that will lead us to our destination. Left, right, up, down, or even back the way we came. This fork in the road is a crowded affair for surely I am not alone where I stand that juxtaposition. Can it be that the way home is north?