the lamp we haven’t turned on for a year
the jewelry that can never sparkle as brightly as you
the smallest chess piece
but there is power in numbers
$
i am not your pawn. you cannot use me. I am the queen. I move you. You sacrifice yourself at my whim, not the other way around. deal with it. move. now.
“But I don’t want to move there! I- I’ll be killed!” the little black pawn said.
The Black Queen laughed. “Sometimes sacrifices are necessary. Look at the bigger picture, the greater good.” The pawn had never liked her high-and-mighty attitude and the way she overpowered the Black King.
The pawn mumbled his uncertainty until the Voice From Above spoke again: “No, no. I’ve changed my mind.” Then The Great Hand let go of the pawn and reached for the Black Queen.
She gasped in disbelief. “No! I will not be a sacrifice!” she shrieked to deaf ears. The Great Hand moved her to the square in range of the White Queen, who was protecting the White King. The Opposing Hand shifted the triumphant White Queen to the same spot where she easily defeated the her rival.
The pawn watched as the Black Queen’s body was removed from the gameboard and the game continued.
im just a pawn in this game of chess
a pawn, with little moves to make
we take our turns, slow and precise
moving only one space at a time,
but it doesnt matter
because i can still capture your queen
and checkmate your heart.
I was a simple pawn in a king and queen’s world. I was no one. Just another face in the crowd. There was no comfort in numbers. We were the majority, but our voices just weren’t loud enough.
Love is like a game. You never know when you’re going to be a pawn in someone else’s plan. When does it become real? When do you meet someone that truly cares about you and respects your wishes, goals?
Pawns are worth nothing. That’s what they think. If only they knew how much we all matter… to each other. They don’t see it that way though. Maybe they see things we don’t.
the pawn played the fawn like a game of chess and i must confess it wasnt the first time i got stuck in this mess the ultimate test would have to be to contest the worthiness of this man with the world in his hands but me ill put you in the frying pan and scramble your brainwaves worse than the contraption in your kitchen.
Pawns in your little game. Some people just have the wrong mind set. They see life as a giant chessboard, with pieces to be moved at their whims, for their gain. I see people as people… We aren’t pawns. and we don’t like being used in someone else’s games.
I am a pawn in the game of life. Go to the pawn shop and find tiny bits of life, people’s sadness, ready to buy for a bargain. The feelings still raw on their sold bits and pieces.
Pawns are the lowest player in Chess. I guess that kind of represents the general population. Individuals are not missed, just one of the masses. But for those that know them, they matter a lot. I personify things a lot, and I’m a literalist.
Only a smirk appeared on his face as he watched her bow down to his order. It was not surprising that she would rebel, but it is also a bit surprising for him to actually do what he asked. Surely, his pawn is worth it.
moving my pawns forward, i forfeit the game before it even begins. he’d kill me anyway- i’ve never had the patience for chess (or was it checkers? see?). i’d rather stare from afar, without the pressure of tiny white men with no souls.
Chess is a fool’s game. One day, we will ascend to a position higher than that of servitor to the Powers That Bee. I vow not to be a pawn, or if I must be one, it will be my choice. This I do promise.
He blinked sleepily and tried to rub his eyes, but was stopped short. Surprised, he reached again and found himself tugging at a thin, fine string.
“Hush there,” a soft voice called. He was swung around to face a vast field of black and white checks. “Close your eyes again; your part will be done soon.”
Watching silently from the shadows he stood. His helm covered his eyes, but he saw everything. He was nameless among the dozens that guarded the thronehall, but when the day came, he would be the one the King sent to perish.
I’ve never pawned anything before. I think I sit with a false sense of financial security that makes me convinced I don’t need to pawn anything. I also can’t part with my things. Maybe I’m a hoarder. I do travel to pawn shops often though. To see if they have any trumpets worth buying.
There was only one way to describe his role in her plan. He was her pawn. She leaned over the board with that concentrated expression only she could manage, her eyes slightly narrowed, her hair falling over them. After a moment, she picked him up, as she always did, and moved him one single space forward. The move was all it took to take her plans to great heights, and when they were there, he would be the first she would sacrifice for the success and glory of winning.
Lowly fool.
He thought that someone such as he could stand against me.
He even got some of his ‘friends’ to help rise against me.
Pawns should not attempt to rise against the king.
“I won’t be a pawn in your little scheme”, she said, just as she noticed her diamond earrings in his hand as he headed for the pawn shop across the street.
he’s been a pawn in the lord’s game for too long. he sheds more feathers every day, his wings grow tired, his trigger finger is rubbed raw. too many mortals in too little time. if only there weren’t a time limit.
She layed, crying, in her bed. He stared at her from the door. “You don’t know how you hurt people, do you?” He looked at her like she was crazy and shook his head. “You treat us all like pawns in your sick game of death and deception.”
in chess, the pawns are always sacrificed first for the sake of the game. in life- i want to be a pawn and use self sacrifice to show others a love for humanity. help me be a pawn.
They were just a pawn. This time. I moved my rook out to start cornering his king. I had him in my hand. They were just pawns. Little sacrifices for the ultimate goal. Complete Domination. Fantastic.
the lamp we haven’t turned on for a year
the jewelry that can never sparkle as brightly as you
the smallest chess piece
but there is power in numbers
$
“Pawn off the pawns – what use are they?”
The first line of defense goes.
i am not your pawn. you cannot use me. I am the queen. I move you. You sacrifice yourself at my whim, not the other way around. deal with it. move. now.
simple, magnificent, but small. has an impact despite its circumstances. forever.
I move my pawn slowly across the board, hoping not to be taken, if i get a queen soon, i will have won the game.
“But I don’t want to move there! I- I’ll be killed!” the little black pawn said.
The Black Queen laughed. “Sometimes sacrifices are necessary. Look at the bigger picture, the greater good.” The pawn had never liked her high-and-mighty attitude and the way she overpowered the Black King.
The pawn mumbled his uncertainty until the Voice From Above spoke again: “No, no. I’ve changed my mind.” Then The Great Hand let go of the pawn and reached for the Black Queen.
She gasped in disbelief. “No! I will not be a sacrifice!” she shrieked to deaf ears. The Great Hand moved her to the square in range of the White Queen, who was protecting the White King. The Opposing Hand shifted the triumphant White Queen to the same spot where she easily defeated the her rival.
The pawn watched as the Black Queen’s body was removed from the gameboard and the game continued.
im just a pawn in this game of chess
a pawn, with little moves to make
we take our turns, slow and precise
moving only one space at a time,
but it doesnt matter
because i can still capture your queen
and checkmate your heart.
I was a simple pawn in a king and queen’s world. I was no one. Just another face in the crowd. There was no comfort in numbers. We were the majority, but our voices just weren’t loud enough.
i played chess for 2 hours today…
i play all kinds of chess…
i play chess
chess
Love is like a game. You never know when you’re going to be a pawn in someone else’s plan. When does it become real? When do you meet someone that truly cares about you and respects your wishes, goals?
I was going to say something quite nifty about pwning, but realized it was the other pawn that I was meant to write about.
Pawns are worth nothing. That’s what they think. If only they knew how much we all matter… to each other. They don’t see it that way though. Maybe they see things we don’t.
the pawn played the fawn like a game of chess and i must confess it wasnt the first time i got stuck in this mess the ultimate test would have to be to contest the worthiness of this man with the world in his hands but me ill put you in the frying pan and scramble your brainwaves worse than the contraption in your kitchen.
Pawns in your little game. Some people just have the wrong mind set. They see life as a giant chessboard, with pieces to be moved at their whims, for their gain. I see people as people… We aren’t pawns. and we don’t like being used in someone else’s games.
I am a pawn in the game of life. Go to the pawn shop and find tiny bits of life, people’s sadness, ready to buy for a bargain. The feelings still raw on their sold bits and pieces.
Pawns are the lowest player in Chess. I guess that kind of represents the general population. Individuals are not missed, just one of the masses. But for those that know them, they matter a lot. I personify things a lot, and I’m a literalist.
It was a clever scheme, none the less. The pawns were just too few, the masters just too many. It was doomed to fail from the beginning, this we knew.
Only a smirk appeared on his face as he watched her bow down to his order. It was not surprising that she would rebel, but it is also a bit surprising for him to actually do what he asked. Surely, his pawn is worth it.
moving my pawns forward, i forfeit the game before it even begins. he’d kill me anyway- i’ve never had the patience for chess (or was it checkers? see?). i’d rather stare from afar, without the pressure of tiny white men with no souls.
Chess is a fool’s game. One day, we will ascend to a position higher than that of servitor to the Powers That Bee. I vow not to be a pawn, or if I must be one, it will be my choice. This I do promise.
He blinked sleepily and tried to rub his eyes, but was stopped short. Surprised, he reached again and found himself tugging at a thin, fine string.
“Hush there,” a soft voice called. He was swung around to face a vast field of black and white checks. “Close your eyes again; your part will be done soon.”
I use people.
the day to day puzzle piece,
the small warrior of the table,
strong as a wall to guard the king,
pawn is the puzzle piece.
A piece stuck under the fist of the hierarchy, trapped to make the moves they want him to do.
Watching silently from the shadows he stood. His helm covered his eyes, but he saw everything. He was nameless among the dozens that guarded the thronehall, but when the day came, he would be the one the King sent to perish.
I’ve never pawned anything before. I think I sit with a false sense of financial security that makes me convinced I don’t need to pawn anything. I also can’t part with my things. Maybe I’m a hoarder. I do travel to pawn shops often though. To see if they have any trumpets worth buying.
There was only one way to describe his role in her plan. He was her pawn. She leaned over the board with that concentrated expression only she could manage, her eyes slightly narrowed, her hair falling over them. After a moment, she picked him up, as she always did, and moved him one single space forward. The move was all it took to take her plans to great heights, and when they were there, he would be the first she would sacrifice for the success and glory of winning.
Lowly fool.
He thought that someone such as he could stand against me.
He even got some of his ‘friends’ to help rise against me.
Pawns should not attempt to rise against the king.
hummm, so… pawn. ok, pawn. i need some sleep.
pawn the weak moved two steps to save the queen
proud and courageous he stood
“I won’t be a pawn in your little scheme”, she said, just as she noticed her diamond earrings in his hand as he headed for the pawn shop across the street.
he’s been a pawn in the lord’s game for too long. he sheds more feathers every day, his wings grow tired, his trigger finger is rubbed raw. too many mortals in too little time. if only there weren’t a time limit.
She layed, crying, in her bed. He stared at her from the door. “You don’t know how you hurt people, do you?” He looked at her like she was crazy and shook his head. “You treat us all like pawns in your sick game of death and deception.”
in chess, the pawns are always sacrificed first for the sake of the game. in life- i want to be a pawn and use self sacrifice to show others a love for humanity. help me be a pawn.
chess minion you got played! you played right into my hands my hands moved the pawn towards the king poor sacrificial piece.
They were just a pawn. This time. I moved my rook out to start cornering his king. I had him in my hand. They were just pawns. Little sacrifices for the ultimate goal. Complete Domination. Fantastic.
you are a. sounds like prawn. mm tasty. my boyfriend is drunk with a bunch of old ladies.
Pawn. Lawn. Sean. Dawn.
Sunrise. Nothing rhymes with sunrise…wtf Paige.
Why would I screw myself over like that?
i am not your pawn anymore though i often wished i were. thought of how you’d move me. place me on your board. strategically, you played me.
We are all pawns. Some pawns become queens, sure. But everybody is a piece is somebody’s game.