the path was winding all up and down the mountain. i loved it.
Bree
this path of mine brought me to an eternal tunnel. there i found branches of my past and future lives, together paving the crooked path ahead of me.
mennlay
I’m never taking the right one.
Ama
i find myself not knowing which one to take. Is it well lit? I don’t mind walking in the dark, but if there are bears around, then maybe I should bring a flashlight. The road less traveled, I say to myself. But who knows? No road is ever oft traveled.
Jake
a road to somewhere i belong to and where i can land my feet on. i dont understand completely why god made me here in this world but im sure there is something meaningful that he have given me to be here.
Jerome
The forest was rather dark. Looming trees over the lonely wanderer. Moss overgrown trees and his feet, tired with scaling the undergrowth. Roots hindering his passage.
Peter De Rop
The path on the road to justice is as simplistic as the mind on the way to the heart. Do not think, just feel. And when the right moment takes you, you will be on the right path. Never take a moment to think, just believe in what you want and you shall succeed. Thankyou,
Nick
I approached a path. Actually it approached me. Im not sure if I want to take it but it looks like I have no choice. I miss my childhood. I dont want to leave it behind. This may sound strange, but I forget sometimes. I forget and only faintly remember ever finishing that path.
Brett Balcar
annoying things, albeit necessary. more time spent trying to get past the roadblocks than during the actual traversal.
some advice: screw ‘negotiation’. get out a jackhammer. the roadblocks will fear you.
Ishraq
when you follow the path you never know where you will get though you will get somewhere others have gone before you. A path is a place that only when you vere from it do you venture into the unknown.
Paths are places for wandering and traveling and going. There are actual paths and metaphorical paths…places for adventures.
d
the path that one walks in life is very interesting and a very personal experince. It can be very windy and complicated, depending on the person. unfortunalty its easy to see what way to go but usualy in the end it will all work out.
kevin
the path that one walks in life is very interesting and a very personal experince. It can be very windy and complicated, depending on the person. unfortunalty its easy to see what way to go but usualy in the end it will all work out.
kevin guichon
into the out the over the going to where behind beyond soul hold me I want I need I see fear beast, it’s coming, going, I’m there, over it, under it, above it, sailing, sliding, falling, failing, down away around…
Sid
the way to the garden is on the path it is a yellow stone rock pathway which twist and turn as it meanders.
the path goes up and down . Sometimes the path is covererd with ice and snow.
steve
The path was covered in white rose petals
so delicate
so white
against the red carpeted floors.
Salma
i walked along the garden path it was cracked in places from the weathering of the sun and rain. where did it lead? i kept walking, winding through the treescape until i finally reached my destination – i continued down the path and there it was…
candiece
I walked the path alone. Out in the bitter cold. Darkness soon came. Washing the light of day. Quickly away. Sending me down. Into the depths. Of my sad soul.
Jay
I wander down the winding path in the dark. There’s a man at the end. I can’t see him. Is he an apparition? I can’t tell. The mist envelopes me in it’s icy tendrils and he reaches out. Should I take his hand? Should I run? No. It’s too late to run. … I take his hand and step closer to him. And suddenly I am blinded…
Liz Chavez
Follow the path of most resistance. Trip over stones and struggle through over grown trails. You will come out the better for it my friend.
ann
not right now, because I’m bored as mustard, An Irregular panda, a kinky turtle, with no outlets.
trevor
my mania takes me down many intricate paths, sometimes branching off to new paths, some followed, some not.
Shelley Brown
The path was hidden, overgrown with various vines and foliage. I step carefully between the spiderwebs and dew soaked leaves. Searching out the road less traveled. The darkness overwhelms me, tries to suffocate me. Closing in around me as I push through. With heavy breath and a panicked hand clenched tightly to my chest I feel the fear of the unknown. I feel the fear of never finding my way along this path, through this forest … through life.
j.
the lonely path lies abandoned. Hidden amongst the leaves. Oh how I wish that you were there with me. On that lonely path.
Ashley Pentecost
to nowhere
amanda
the path of least resistance. makes me think about the path of life, of romance. i want to know what my path of my love life looks like because at this moment there are a lot of forks in the road and i’m not sure as to which direction to choose. i need someone to help me choose the right path. i should be able to choose for myself but well decision making can be hard.
rachel
I walk along a dark, mysterious path.
The path is littered with bones, confetti, kittens, and various other random objects.
Including popsicles.
Yes, many, many popsicles.
I call it
“Popsicle Path”
Roxy
there’s a path in life. we all have one, but some of us find it farther down the road than some do. some of us stray, some of us change, some of us falter, and others continue steadily. which path do you follow? the easy way out, or the less trodden path?
binkers
i took the path down to the water and kept walking as if it led right down to the bottom and further to you know, probably China. it was true and i suddenly found myself immersed in a huge steamboat with veggies and fish being dipped in. yum, i thought before completely
iampiama
going down one, when there’s no reason or reason to do so and where am i going and then there is a large large animal of some kind in my PATH and its going to eat me! no it’s going to….to…..chase me ahhhhhhhhhh! no now its eating me…..uhhhhhhhhhh
Willie James Carter
The path to the mocking bird was long and thin. I found a small pebble along the way. I don’t know why I picked it up. It ended up in a stream. I decided to follow it into the stream. I quickly removed my clothes and went for a swim. I swam so fast and briskly that I ended up in a world far from my own. It was full of clouds and a mystical creature. They were all wearing the wings of birds. All I could think was did I have wings too. I did. I too had wings. Was I dead? If I was dead was it at all worth the brisk swim I took. I missed my love.I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I realized I would never see my love again. All of this because I had to go skinny dipping. It was a sad day, but at long last I did have my wings. In a way my dream and all mens dreams had come true this day even though I was certain that I was dead.
steph
i’m trying to find mine. i used to travel down a really familiar one. now it’s become dirty and busy and hard to follow. i’m trying to find it again.
lauren
I walked the long and lonesome path as far as it could take me. It seem to take me one way with a clear intent, yet it took me the other. The other, I had found, was never what I expected, but always what I enjoyed most. Making my way through the brush, the path became more dense.
Matt
the wooden path. the path that breathes. sings. Frost where did you go? Path. Bike path behind the old house in Robinson, overturned with weeds and old shoe laces. A dealer sits and waits for the children to ride their tricycles down, down, down..
Amber
everyone takes their own path in life. it is often influenced by people around them and people they admire, but the good things always come when we diverge from the known and explore the paths that have not been taken yet.
Owen
I don’t care it’s all going to mean nothing by next year anyway. Why don’t we just sit back and relax now/ how about take a look at what you’ve been doing today- for the past year- your lie? well what did you come up with? I’m thinking that I just don’t put in enough time for these things – how about you? When does the clock run out anyway? Why am I asking so many questions? Is that what they’re looking for? Are they from another planet?
JohnKeys
a world in the Ender’s Game universe. What an amazing book. Everyone who reads this should check out Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card.
Callie
i am on a path. to where and what is a path and why does anyone have to be on a path. where am i going, i ask this question even though deep inside i have always known i am not going anywhere. I ask this as i register for second semester of sophmore year classes. im on a path to
Kseniya
and off they went. They were on their own for the first time in their tiny lives.
The Path was clear only for a mile or so, and then it ran away under some denser trees, fading into nothing. When they went back to retrace their steps, the path was gone. They were truly on their own. They looked at each other with wide eyes for a minute, and then they turned back under the trees, clasped hands, and tottered off into the darkling forest.
Paul Vasquez
there are many paths to follow in life. there are roads that will lead to positive ways and negative ways. when stuff happens to you, every decision you make is chosing a different path. there are physical paths such as bike trails, walking paths etc. the most noticiable and significant paths in life are the ones you choose to follow by yourselves.
the path to heaven is a long one
the path was winding all up and down the mountain. i loved it.
this path of mine brought me to an eternal tunnel. there i found branches of my past and future lives, together paving the crooked path ahead of me.
I’m never taking the right one.
i find myself not knowing which one to take. Is it well lit? I don’t mind walking in the dark, but if there are bears around, then maybe I should bring a flashlight. The road less traveled, I say to myself. But who knows? No road is ever oft traveled.
a road to somewhere i belong to and where i can land my feet on. i dont understand completely why god made me here in this world but im sure there is something meaningful that he have given me to be here.
The forest was rather dark. Looming trees over the lonely wanderer. Moss overgrown trees and his feet, tired with scaling the undergrowth. Roots hindering his passage.
The path on the road to justice is as simplistic as the mind on the way to the heart. Do not think, just feel. And when the right moment takes you, you will be on the right path. Never take a moment to think, just believe in what you want and you shall succeed. Thankyou,
I approached a path. Actually it approached me. Im not sure if I want to take it but it looks like I have no choice. I miss my childhood. I dont want to leave it behind. This may sound strange, but I forget sometimes. I forget and only faintly remember ever finishing that path.
annoying things, albeit necessary. more time spent trying to get past the roadblocks than during the actual traversal.
some advice: screw ‘negotiation’. get out a jackhammer. the roadblocks will fear you.
when you follow the path you never know where you will get though you will get somewhere others have gone before you. A path is a place that only when you vere from it do you venture into the unknown.
Paths are places for wandering and traveling and going. There are actual paths and metaphorical paths…places for adventures.
the path that one walks in life is very interesting and a very personal experince. It can be very windy and complicated, depending on the person. unfortunalty its easy to see what way to go but usualy in the end it will all work out.
the path that one walks in life is very interesting and a very personal experince. It can be very windy and complicated, depending on the person. unfortunalty its easy to see what way to go but usualy in the end it will all work out.
into the out the over the going to where behind beyond soul hold me I want I need I see fear beast, it’s coming, going, I’m there, over it, under it, above it, sailing, sliding, falling, failing, down away around…
the way to the garden is on the path it is a yellow stone rock pathway which twist and turn as it meanders.
the path goes up and down . Sometimes the path is covererd with ice and snow.
The path was covered in white rose petals
so delicate
so white
against the red carpeted floors.
i walked along the garden path it was cracked in places from the weathering of the sun and rain. where did it lead? i kept walking, winding through the treescape until i finally reached my destination – i continued down the path and there it was…
I walked the path alone. Out in the bitter cold. Darkness soon came. Washing the light of day. Quickly away. Sending me down. Into the depths. Of my sad soul.
I wander down the winding path in the dark. There’s a man at the end. I can’t see him. Is he an apparition? I can’t tell. The mist envelopes me in it’s icy tendrils and he reaches out. Should I take his hand? Should I run? No. It’s too late to run. … I take his hand and step closer to him. And suddenly I am blinded…
Follow the path of most resistance. Trip over stones and struggle through over grown trails. You will come out the better for it my friend.
not right now, because I’m bored as mustard, An Irregular panda, a kinky turtle, with no outlets.
my mania takes me down many intricate paths, sometimes branching off to new paths, some followed, some not.
The path was hidden, overgrown with various vines and foliage. I step carefully between the spiderwebs and dew soaked leaves. Searching out the road less traveled. The darkness overwhelms me, tries to suffocate me. Closing in around me as I push through. With heavy breath and a panicked hand clenched tightly to my chest I feel the fear of the unknown. I feel the fear of never finding my way along this path, through this forest … through life.
the lonely path lies abandoned. Hidden amongst the leaves. Oh how I wish that you were there with me. On that lonely path.
to nowhere
the path of least resistance. makes me think about the path of life, of romance. i want to know what my path of my love life looks like because at this moment there are a lot of forks in the road and i’m not sure as to which direction to choose. i need someone to help me choose the right path. i should be able to choose for myself but well decision making can be hard.
I walk along a dark, mysterious path.
The path is littered with bones, confetti, kittens, and various other random objects.
Including popsicles.
Yes, many, many popsicles.
I call it
“Popsicle Path”
there’s a path in life. we all have one, but some of us find it farther down the road than some do. some of us stray, some of us change, some of us falter, and others continue steadily. which path do you follow? the easy way out, or the less trodden path?
i took the path down to the water and kept walking as if it led right down to the bottom and further to you know, probably China. it was true and i suddenly found myself immersed in a huge steamboat with veggies and fish being dipped in. yum, i thought before completely
going down one, when there’s no reason or reason to do so and where am i going and then there is a large large animal of some kind in my PATH and its going to eat me! no it’s going to….to…..chase me ahhhhhhhhhh! no now its eating me…..uhhhhhhhhhh
The path to the mocking bird was long and thin. I found a small pebble along the way. I don’t know why I picked it up. It ended up in a stream. I decided to follow it into the stream. I quickly removed my clothes and went for a swim. I swam so fast and briskly that I ended up in a world far from my own. It was full of clouds and a mystical creature. They were all wearing the wings of birds. All I could think was did I have wings too. I did. I too had wings. Was I dead? If I was dead was it at all worth the brisk swim I took. I missed my love.I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I realized I would never see my love again. All of this because I had to go skinny dipping. It was a sad day, but at long last I did have my wings. In a way my dream and all mens dreams had come true this day even though I was certain that I was dead.
i’m trying to find mine. i used to travel down a really familiar one. now it’s become dirty and busy and hard to follow. i’m trying to find it again.
I walked the long and lonesome path as far as it could take me. It seem to take me one way with a clear intent, yet it took me the other. The other, I had found, was never what I expected, but always what I enjoyed most. Making my way through the brush, the path became more dense.
the wooden path. the path that breathes. sings. Frost where did you go? Path. Bike path behind the old house in Robinson, overturned with weeds and old shoe laces. A dealer sits and waits for the children to ride their tricycles down, down, down..
everyone takes their own path in life. it is often influenced by people around them and people they admire, but the good things always come when we diverge from the known and explore the paths that have not been taken yet.
I don’t care it’s all going to mean nothing by next year anyway. Why don’t we just sit back and relax now/ how about take a look at what you’ve been doing today- for the past year- your lie? well what did you come up with? I’m thinking that I just don’t put in enough time for these things – how about you? When does the clock run out anyway? Why am I asking so many questions? Is that what they’re looking for? Are they from another planet?
a world in the Ender’s Game universe. What an amazing book. Everyone who reads this should check out Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card.
i am on a path. to where and what is a path and why does anyone have to be on a path. where am i going, i ask this question even though deep inside i have always known i am not going anywhere. I ask this as i register for second semester of sophmore year classes. im on a path to
and off they went. They were on their own for the first time in their tiny lives.
The Path was clear only for a mile or so, and then it ran away under some denser trees, fading into nothing. When they went back to retrace their steps, the path was gone. They were truly on their own. They looked at each other with wide eyes for a minute, and then they turned back under the trees, clasped hands, and tottered off into the darkling forest.
there are many paths to follow in life. there are roads that will lead to positive ways and negative ways. when stuff happens to you, every decision you make is chosing a different path. there are physical paths such as bike trails, walking paths etc. the most noticiable and significant paths in life are the ones you choose to follow by yourselves.