bears were stuck in a horrible trap. there were trees all around. no one to help the poor bears. the littered the woods. blood. sadness. bear tears. no one would find them untill it was too late.
and this is settled. we don’t have time to be stapled to ourselves… we need to evaporate past the lands we’ve only come to know. metal hinges, small boundaries, limited movement… this is torture in which is out of our reins.
As i looked around frantically i saw no obvious signs of escape
I dashed into a dark shadow and hoped fro the best
by the time my feet hit the floor it was too late…
this all was a trap…
I fell into a deep, dark trap in the middle of the forest. The dirt crumbled in from the top and showered over me. I landed at the bottom of the pitfall amid the lattice of leaves and twigs that fell down with me in pieces.
Trap. Today I went to a puppy pound. They were all trapped behind the glass. I couldn’t necessarily tell if they wanted out or not. I can imagine they probably would have. But who am I to say that they truly do or not.
A trap was laid at the end of the bed… his socks! She leaned over and pulled them off. The bestial bounty of body parts as the two of them rolled over together and she trapped his cock between her legs.
We fell down into the grass trap like two stars falling from the sky. It grew dark quickly, and I felt my breath being torn from my lungs. I could feel her arms clutching mine and I hoped beyond hope that we would be all right.
I’m trapped in my head. In a place where my love and once were. I met my prince charming and he was my whole heart’s every dream, but I let him go for petty things and now I’m trapped. I’m trapped in the decisions I made, in a place I can not find him. Trapped with only my memories to keep my company.
you are in a small room, enclosed with no escape. the water is rushing in, and as you slowly loose conciousness you start to think about your situation. there is darkness surrounding you, you can almost SEE your memories.
I looked up at the trap door, at least 50 feet above me. How did I get here? Last thing I remember, I was on a blind date I THOUGHT was going well. He did seem a little suspicious… like he wanted something from me…
I got caught in a bear trap yesterday. It wasn’t so fun as most people think. In fact, it was quite painful. I did meet a lovely racoon couple from Vegas while I was trapped though. They had six kids, all in college. I still have that trap somewhere.
A room full of big white walls seems to trap me in a dose of forever. My thoughts are more colorful than ever. Drawing infinity. Corroding my gray matter.
there are so many ways that one can feel trapped. confined within a space, confined within one’s self. sometimes you don’t even know it, but you aren’t free. there is something that is holding you inside of yourself. sometimes you know it, and you feel it, and it is one of the scariest, most frustrating feelings ever.
i had forgiven you for this. i had forgotten you for this. they were the same thing at the time, but now, i don’t know. now, you’re these bars. now, you’re this hollowness. i kissed your eyelids before you left. i kept reminding you, “don’t forget.” then i did. i am never going to be okay with not knowing. i tried to tell you. this skin has trapped me with you. i will forgive it someday.
I once trapped someone in a room with me. I forced them to talk. To tell me their biggest fears, wishes, dreams, and regrets. They complied. Not because they wanted to, but because they felt like today was the day. If not now, then when? And I did the same. Honestly, it felt refreshing. It is nice to know I’m not alone.
trapped am i
we both were
and why i bother i never found out
but right now i am trapped
in between the lines of a history essay
i’m supposed to write
about the stock market
CRASH BOOM WHOOOSH SMASH
lost and feeling alone… weak… i don’t know what or how to feel anymore… all on my own with no one to guide me and stand by me… in a box.. closet… no space.. no one …
I feel trapped don’t know what to do don’t know what to say. Don’t know how I got into this mess all the pain drives me insane and I am dying inside.
It wasn’t like this before life was happy things where fair what happened to my world. Just a little lost inside
A trap. your love is a trap. It feeds on me, like cancer. Without a cure. Yet its a psychological cancer. One I am unwilling to remove. One I am too restless to fight.
trapped in a cage a man fell into the abyss
but then he saw a light and there was magic a woman came down and flew up with him
saved his life and took him to magic land and he was free to live his life the way he wanted.
Help! I’m a wee little mouse, with my tail caught in the trap. All I wanted was the cheese, see. It smelled so delicious – how was I supposed to know it could be my downfall? I guess I never listened to my mom well enough. Of course, she didn’t hang around too long after my fur grew in and I became able to see.
Shut your trap! Haha, just kidding. I’m almost never not kidding, really. I wish I could just tell you how valuable you are to me, but the emotion gets filtered through so many situational what if’s and conformities to social norms that it comes out as casual banter or even playful insults.
i’m trapped here in this hell. get me out before or else. this is bad. wait for me don’t let me fall behind. it’s a trap. life’s a trap. everyone’s just so blind. i’m free as the wind blows but no one else can see that freedom is believing past beyond belief.
A bear trap of some, or some device of torture. I got on the torture tangent after the writing bear trap and i’m running out of time. Oh fuck. this is kind of fun. I wish i had better grammar in crunch situations.
trap. i bought a beanie baby named trap when I was 7 and on vacation with my parents. it was a mouse. My dads friend was really into the beanie baby craze and offered to buy it. I said no and I still have it.
i suppose its a sequence of days without a meaning, or rather, direct purpose. blazing sun in my window and i am none the wiser. today is so much like yesterday, held together with two hinges and a door
I felt it. Hard and cold against my ankle as it snapped with a loud clang. The echoing of rattling chains in my ears haunt me to this day. I never thought I would imagine the pain. I was right.
I was trapped under water. There was nowhere to go. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were emptying so quickly. I guess it was a terrible idea to do this. Why did I have to do that?
The trap was set. Seventeen long hyears had lead her to this spot. Now if the sound of her beating heart didn’t tip him off, the journey would end here in this jungle.
A contraption for catching a prey like rat. A trap can be set to catch a person also in a figurative sense.People walk into traps inadvertently too!
bears were stuck in a horrible trap. there were trees all around. no one to help the poor bears. the littered the woods. blood. sadness. bear tears. no one would find them untill it was too late.
and this is settled. we don’t have time to be stapled to ourselves… we need to evaporate past the lands we’ve only come to know. metal hinges, small boundaries, limited movement… this is torture in which is out of our reins.
Slinking down the corridor ahead of the party, Calmoril peered ahead towards the ivory pedestal that dominated the stone chamber.
“Smell that,” he spoke as he sniffed? “It smells like death.”
As i looked around frantically i saw no obvious signs of escape
I dashed into a dark shadow and hoped fro the best
by the time my feet hit the floor it was too late…
this all was a trap…
I fell into a deep, dark trap in the middle of the forest. The dirt crumbled in from the top and showered over me. I landed at the bottom of the pitfall amid the lattice of leaves and twigs that fell down with me in pieces.
‘ed in the closet.
Trap. Today I went to a puppy pound. They were all trapped behind the glass. I couldn’t necessarily tell if they wanted out or not. I can imagine they probably would have. But who am I to say that they truly do or not.
A trap was laid at the end of the bed… his socks! She leaned over and pulled them off. The bestial bounty of body parts as the two of them rolled over together and she trapped his cock between her legs.
We fell down into the grass trap like two stars falling from the sky. It grew dark quickly, and I felt my breath being torn from my lungs. I could feel her arms clutching mine and I hoped beyond hope that we would be all right.
it’s all a trap.
everything you ever said to me
everything you ever did
a lie, a cheat
a nasty trick
so just stop.
i’m done with your games
done with this foolishness
i’m not some fish to be caught
some dumb animal to be played with
you won’t trap me in your faux-pas
this love you want to pretend is real
and i’m the butterfly that escaped the web
the rabbit that didn’t fall for the trap
i see through you.
I’m trapped in my head. In a place where my love and once were. I met my prince charming and he was my whole heart’s every dream, but I let him go for petty things and now I’m trapped. I’m trapped in the decisions I made, in a place I can not find him. Trapped with only my memories to keep my company.
you are in a small room, enclosed with no escape. the water is rushing in, and as you slowly loose conciousness you start to think about your situation. there is darkness surrounding you, you can almost SEE your memories.
I looked up at the trap door, at least 50 feet above me. How did I get here? Last thing I remember, I was on a blind date I THOUGHT was going well. He did seem a little suspicious… like he wanted something from me…
I got caught in a bear trap yesterday. It wasn’t so fun as most people think. In fact, it was quite painful. I did meet a lovely racoon couple from Vegas while I was trapped though. They had six kids, all in college. I still have that trap somewhere.
I ended up taking the road less traveled, but no one knows that’s because I had tripped.
A room full of big white walls seems to trap me in a dose of forever. My thoughts are more colorful than ever. Drawing infinity. Corroding my gray matter.
there are so many ways that one can feel trapped. confined within a space, confined within one’s self. sometimes you don’t even know it, but you aren’t free. there is something that is holding you inside of yourself. sometimes you know it, and you feel it, and it is one of the scariest, most frustrating feelings ever.
i had forgiven you for this. i had forgotten you for this. they were the same thing at the time, but now, i don’t know. now, you’re these bars. now, you’re this hollowness. i kissed your eyelids before you left. i kept reminding you, “don’t forget.” then i did. i am never going to be okay with not knowing. i tried to tell you. this skin has trapped me with you. i will forgive it someday.
I once trapped someone in a room with me. I forced them to talk. To tell me their biggest fears, wishes, dreams, and regrets. They complied. Not because they wanted to, but because they felt like today was the day. If not now, then when? And I did the same. Honestly, it felt refreshing. It is nice to know I’m not alone.
trapped am i
we both were
and why i bother i never found out
but right now i am trapped
in between the lines of a history essay
i’m supposed to write
about the stock market
CRASH BOOM WHOOOSH SMASH
lost and feeling alone… weak… i don’t know what or how to feel anymore… all on my own with no one to guide me and stand by me… in a box.. closet… no space.. no one …
Is this a physical trap or an emotional trap?
If it’s both then it’s most certainly a woman. They can ensnare you with both aspects.
I feel trapped don’t know what to do don’t know what to say. Don’t know how I got into this mess all the pain drives me insane and I am dying inside.
It wasn’t like this before life was happy things where fair what happened to my world. Just a little lost inside
A trap. your love is a trap. It feeds on me, like cancer. Without a cure. Yet its a psychological cancer. One I am unwilling to remove. One I am too restless to fight.
trapped in a cage a man fell into the abyss
but then he saw a light and there was magic a woman came down and flew up with him
saved his life and took him to magic land and he was free to live his life the way he wanted.
Help! I’m a wee little mouse, with my tail caught in the trap. All I wanted was the cheese, see. It smelled so delicious – how was I supposed to know it could be my downfall? I guess I never listened to my mom well enough. Of course, she didn’t hang around too long after my fur grew in and I became able to see.
Shut your trap! Haha, just kidding. I’m almost never not kidding, really. I wish I could just tell you how valuable you are to me, but the emotion gets filtered through so many situational what if’s and conformities to social norms that it comes out as casual banter or even playful insults.
i’m trapped here in this hell. get me out before or else. this is bad. wait for me don’t let me fall behind. it’s a trap. life’s a trap. everyone’s just so blind. i’m free as the wind blows but no one else can see that freedom is believing past beyond belief.
I’ve been caught in your snares. Baited by your smile, trapped by your love, I’m helpless here in your arms. I’ll be your prisoner.
A bear trap of some, or some device of torture. I got on the torture tangent after the writing bear trap and i’m running out of time. Oh fuck. this is kind of fun. I wish i had better grammar in crunch situations.
trap. i bought a beanie baby named trap when I was 7 and on vacation with my parents. it was a mouse. My dads friend was really into the beanie baby craze and offered to buy it. I said no and I still have it.
cage, mouse cat mountains, date, basement bear, squirel, cheese, work, sap nap cap bap
i suppose its a sequence of days without a meaning, or rather, direct purpose. blazing sun in my window and i am none the wiser. today is so much like yesterday, held together with two hinges and a door
I felt it. Hard and cold against my ankle as it snapped with a loud clang. The echoing of rattling chains in my ears haunt me to this day. I never thought I would imagine the pain. I was right.
my back hurts. that bed is a trap. so is internet. get out. nahh girl get used to it, this day and age you can put your feet up just fine.
April 26th, 2010.
The world that I’ve constructed is a trap.
walls to defend are keeping me in
the compartments I organized myself into
have fragmented my soul
into sickening shards
I don’t know what there is
that is not
a trap.
What’s the key to life? WHERE???
ahh im trappedd….. get me out!! my mind is stuck in my head let it out!!!
I was trapped under water. There was nowhere to go. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were emptying so quickly. I guess it was a terrible idea to do this. Why did I have to do that?
The trap was set. Seventeen long hyears had lead her to this spot. Now if the sound of her beating heart didn’t tip him off, the journey would end here in this jungle.