pawn. pawn. pawn. my aunt pawned her life away. everything she had. she’d pawn it in to get the next best thing. each time losing a part of herself instead. never actually gaining anything in this world.
pawn. i’m not even quite sure what that means….this is going to be a long 60 seconds. i hate it when i’m given crappy words. i never know what to write. so instead i just sit here and just basically say blah blah blah
I am merely a pawn in his game. I didn’t know how I had gotten this far in the first place. They thought I was smart. I was supposed to be the golden girl. I guess I was wrong. I cried for years.
I was a pawn once. it was no good. I did not get killed right away, but I did get killed. I tried to run, but the king would net let me go backwards. Now I know how the Russians felt. I do enjoy going diagonal though.
i pawn my thoughts off on you. but they’re free, no underaged pricing, hardly worth the glance. they hold no overcharge, they’re for you to see and taste, licking your lips over the residue of their ideas. my words are for those who wish to not be pawns of the world, but free thinkers. the person’s outstretched.
A pawn. Are we all pawns? Of course we are. We all are, at some point. But it is breaking that bond, making yourself something other than a pawn, that is what life is about. Don’t let yourself continue to be a pawn. Break out. Learn, discover, enlighten yourself.
to be your pawn is to be a pawn in the hands of a king, you pawn me off and i pawn off all others to be yours. you are not my pawn. you once were, but i traded you in, and got you back but never regained your piece. will you forever hold my piece, and me never hold yours?
you are a pawn in the game we all play. i am your pawn, and yet you are no bodys pawn. if you are nobodys pawn an di am your pawn what does that make? a pawn to be pawned on the easiest sseeking player?
You’re a filthy coke head, To steal from musicians you don’t know and to sell their instruments to a pawn shop to pay off your coke expenses is purely sickening. You deserve what you’ve got.
We are all pawns in some twisted game. Only pieces used for the amusement of others and for advancement but sometimes traded in for something greater, essentially becoming another’s captive.
She smiled thoughtfully as she fingered the piece, eyeing the position of his king. Defended, for the moment. She would take care of that. She had him right where she wanted him, trapped between a bishop and her queen, and all it would take was one step…
As i sat at the edge looking at my own reflection. words started to wonder in on me. questions that i will never receive answers in such as why am i here why was i born why do i think what are these feelings called. i couldnt help myself and notice that i was going through a phase of insanity getting anxious at things that i will never find answers for
I was a pawn; plain and simple. I had no choice in what I was doing. The utter hopelessness consumed me: what was I going to do, other than what I was ordered? When would I ever feel freedom again? Would it be possible to let go?
She pawned off the ring I bought her. She threw out all of the love letters I wrote her. She burned all of the photos we took together. And this is why, I didn’t feel bad, when I pulled all of her teeth out and made her swallow each and every one.
“Stay where you are, for you are only a pawn.”
“Only a pawn?” I queried.
“Yes, and you must abide to the queen and king’s rule. We will use you for protecting us.”
But of course, I didn’t believe in what they said, and I planned on disobeying.
A pawn. That’s all Dimitri was to Alysse, all Alysse is to Dimitri. Both were using each other and neither knew. Two powerful beings and only one could come out victorious, if either. The clash would be immense when they discovered the motives.
I took her knife, the one she had always hidden beneath the sheets, and decided that it was time to discard of the evidence. However the pawn shop was not the right place for such a trinket and neither was the chest at the end of my bed.
you’re a tool, a weapon of nothing. they just use and use you and you don’t even care because you’re in the game with them. you’ve always been that way. i guess it took you this long to figure it out. well when they game’s over, all the peices go back in their place, back in the box.
I need to visit the local pawn shops to see if they have any DSLR cameras for sale. I can’t afford $600 for a decent camera, so hoping a pawn shop has one or two.
Pawns are ones being pushed to do things for someone who is not acclaimed. Know the names of those who claim to be the one that can order you to move your hand.
He moved the first piece. Confident, he leaned back in his chair. But in the blink of an eye it was captured! How can this be, he wondered. He looked closely at his opponent, but their hood obscured their face. Little did he know, he had taken Emma-Liz, chess champion and all around genius.
I don’t play chess. Too many rules. My sister and I made up a game once that was sort of like Jumanji where we were sucked into this medieval game as pawns and had to find a rook or a bishop — well, I guess you had to be there. It wasn’t that much fun. We played it once.
Pawn… Hmmm, like Alice in Wonderland. Wasn’t it trying to say that we’re all pawns in… I dunno, the game of life? I dont know, maybe not. Maybe it was just a fun little cartoon fairy tale… and wait, is it even a fairy tale? What does this have to do with pawns? I know, chess was involved but that’s about it.
The knight laughed evilly, as he smashed into the small white piece, which had only advanced three spaced beforehand. “Go get him Bishop!” Another pawn was out of the game. One more move, and the king would be out. “Checkmate!”
I was not a pawn in this life. I moved according to my own rules not those of the game being played and thus I was able to put the King in check many times.
just a tool, something to be used. and when i’m done with you, i’ll treat you like you’ve treated me for all my nearly 19 years – i’ll throw you aside and never think of you again. that’s what you mean to me – just a pawn. nothing.
I am constantly terrified that I have it all wrong again. But with every new interaction, you move me one square closer to safety. You are the king; and he was just an immobile queen.
Pawn
your feelings off
to the dealer down the street
you hand him the money
he hands you the heat
so you can take it
smoke it
and feel nice
and neat
no need for left over thoughts
just pass out
dreaming of the one you love
Sometimes I feel a little sick when I think about it, but these things have to happen, don’t they? If not the universe will bubble up and pop with all the negative energy that nobody’s expressing. So use me, but not because I like you; I’m just doing this for the greater good.
it was a really bad day for this. everyone was already downstairs, he was sure, but he couldn’t get his hat on. could you imagine what the queen would do if she saw him like this? but not it was even worse, because he was going to be late to battle.
Chess pieces. Kinda like some sort of metaphor-y thing, eh? Social commentary and whatnot. I’d say it makes you think, but really you’re just gonna regurgitate everything you’ve heard. It’s kind of a cliche image. I’m feeling cynical. Times’ up.
A pawn. That’s all I was to you. Just another worthless piece in the game you were playing. You never cared about me in the slightest. It was all just one big game to you.
I feel like the pawn chess piece. I’m insignificant with so many others that look the same. I need to break out of this horrible reality. I need to be different. I just need to make a difference. Right now.
pawn. pawn. pawn. my aunt pawned her life away. everything she had. she’d pawn it in to get the next best thing. each time losing a part of herself instead. never actually gaining anything in this world.
pawn. i’m not even quite sure what that means….this is going to be a long 60 seconds. i hate it when i’m given crappy words. i never know what to write. so instead i just sit here and just basically say blah blah blah
I am merely a pawn in his game. I didn’t know how I had gotten this far in the first place. They thought I was smart. I was supposed to be the golden girl. I guess I was wrong. I cried for years.
I was a pawn once. it was no good. I did not get killed right away, but I did get killed. I tried to run, but the king would net let me go backwards. Now I know how the Russians felt. I do enjoy going diagonal though.
i pawn my thoughts off on you. but they’re free, no underaged pricing, hardly worth the glance. they hold no overcharge, they’re for you to see and taste, licking your lips over the residue of their ideas. my words are for those who wish to not be pawns of the world, but free thinkers. the person’s outstretched.
A pawn. Are we all pawns? Of course we are. We all are, at some point. But it is breaking that bond, making yourself something other than a pawn, that is what life is about. Don’t let yourself continue to be a pawn. Break out. Learn, discover, enlighten yourself.
to be your pawn is to be a pawn in the hands of a king, you pawn me off and i pawn off all others to be yours. you are not my pawn. you once were, but i traded you in, and got you back but never regained your piece. will you forever hold my piece, and me never hold yours?
you are a pawn in the game we all play. i am your pawn, and yet you are no bodys pawn. if you are nobodys pawn an di am your pawn what does that make? a pawn to be pawned on the easiest sseeking player?
You’re a filthy coke head, To steal from musicians you don’t know and to sell their instruments to a pawn shop to pay off your coke expenses is purely sickening. You deserve what you’ve got.
We are all pawns in some twisted game. Only pieces used for the amusement of others and for advancement but sometimes traded in for something greater, essentially becoming another’s captive.
She smiled thoughtfully as she fingered the piece, eyeing the position of his king. Defended, for the moment. She would take care of that. She had him right where she wanted him, trapped between a bishop and her queen, and all it would take was one step…
one word. pawn. like a piece in a game. the the tool ive been used as. being a pawn is easy as it hurts. a chess piece in the game of life.
As i sat at the edge looking at my own reflection. words started to wonder in on me. questions that i will never receive answers in such as why am i here why was i born why do i think what are these feelings called. i couldnt help myself and notice that i was going through a phase of insanity getting anxious at things that i will never find answers for
I gave you my treasure, and all you did was pawn it off. Is that how much I mean to you? Thank God I stored my real treasures in heaven.
I was a pawn; plain and simple. I had no choice in what I was doing. The utter hopelessness consumed me: what was I going to do, other than what I was ordered? When would I ever feel freedom again? Would it be possible to let go?
She pawned off the ring I bought her. She threw out all of the love letters I wrote her. She burned all of the photos we took together. And this is why, I didn’t feel bad, when I pulled all of her teeth out and made her swallow each and every one.
“Stay where you are, for you are only a pawn.”
“Only a pawn?” I queried.
“Yes, and you must abide to the queen and king’s rule. We will use you for protecting us.”
But of course, I didn’t believe in what they said, and I planned on disobeying.
A pawn. That’s all Dimitri was to Alysse, all Alysse is to Dimitri. Both were using each other and neither knew. Two powerful beings and only one could come out victorious, if either. The clash would be immense when they discovered the motives.
I took her knife, the one she had always hidden beneath the sheets, and decided that it was time to discard of the evidence. However the pawn shop was not the right place for such a trinket and neither was the chest at the end of my bed.
Pawn shops lie one every corner of the street. The street where I used to live.
That was in my other life. The life I had before I was made anew.
you’re a tool, a weapon of nothing. they just use and use you and you don’t even care because you’re in the game with them. you’ve always been that way. i guess it took you this long to figure it out. well when they game’s over, all the peices go back in their place, back in the box.
Ella moved the white pawn forward one square. “Check,” she said with a smile.
“What? How’d that happen?” her father protested. “That’s impossible!” He shifted his black king over to block Ella’s attack.
Silently, Ella moved another pawn. Her father, realizing what had happened, threw his hands up.
“Checkmate.”
I need to visit the local pawn shops to see if they have any DSLR cameras for sale. I can’t afford $600 for a decent camera, so hoping a pawn shop has one or two.
Pawns are ones being pushed to do things for someone who is not acclaimed. Know the names of those who claim to be the one that can order you to move your hand.
He moved the first piece. Confident, he leaned back in his chair. But in the blink of an eye it was captured! How can this be, he wondered. He looked closely at his opponent, but their hood obscured their face. Little did he know, he had taken Emma-Liz, chess champion and all around genius.
I don’t play chess. Too many rules. My sister and I made up a game once that was sort of like Jumanji where we were sucked into this medieval game as pawns and had to find a rook or a bishop — well, I guess you had to be there. It wasn’t that much fun. We played it once.
Pawn… Hmmm, like Alice in Wonderland. Wasn’t it trying to say that we’re all pawns in… I dunno, the game of life? I dont know, maybe not. Maybe it was just a fun little cartoon fairy tale… and wait, is it even a fairy tale? What does this have to do with pawns? I know, chess was involved but that’s about it.
The knight laughed evilly, as he smashed into the small white piece, which had only advanced three spaced beforehand. “Go get him Bishop!” Another pawn was out of the game. One more move, and the king would be out. “Checkmate!”
I was not a pawn in this life. I moved according to my own rules not those of the game being played and thus I was able to put the King in check many times.
A piece on a chessboard. Synonym for a person who is ‘used’ by another to gain something. Black and white. Gray. Colorful. Scarlet.
just a tool, something to be used. and when i’m done with you, i’ll treat you like you’ve treated me for all my nearly 19 years – i’ll throw you aside and never think of you again. that’s what you mean to me – just a pawn. nothing.
i would pawn off all the rings, necklaces, all the paintings in the world. throw them into the ocean. if it was necessary.
I am constantly terrified that I have it all wrong again. But with every new interaction, you move me one square closer to safety. You are the king; and he was just an immobile queen.
Pawn
your feelings off
to the dealer down the street
you hand him the money
he hands you the heat
so you can take it
smoke it
and feel nice
and neat
no need for left over thoughts
just pass out
dreaming of the one you love
Sometimes I feel a little sick when I think about it, but these things have to happen, don’t they? If not the universe will bubble up and pop with all the negative energy that nobody’s expressing. So use me, but not because I like you; I’m just doing this for the greater good.
it was a really bad day for this. everyone was already downstairs, he was sure, but he couldn’t get his hat on. could you imagine what the queen would do if she saw him like this? but not it was even worse, because he was going to be late to battle.
ah my little dog. my baby, the creature I have love most in my life. Weird, fuzzy, whimsical, an artist. At h
Chess pieces. Kinda like some sort of metaphor-y thing, eh? Social commentary and whatnot. I’d say it makes you think, but really you’re just gonna regurgitate everything you’ve heard. It’s kind of a cliche image. I’m feeling cynical. Times’ up.
A pawn. That’s all I was to you. Just another worthless piece in the game you were playing. You never cared about me in the slightest. It was all just one big game to you.
I feel like the pawn chess piece. I’m insignificant with so many others that look the same. I need to break out of this horrible reality. I need to be different. I just need to make a difference. Right now.