trap. oh no, all i can think about is trapping animals. not good. unless they are being trapped in a cage to be released later. trap door. let’s see, what is a trap door for? hmmm, so little time for one word. trapped.
IT’S A TRAP.
I think of movies, of shows, of jigsaw. Also Mousetrap, that little game we used to play when we were little. Then of course, tiger-pits like the one in the Swiss Family Robinson. That was a silly book, and an even sillier movie.
But of course I think of the Saw Movies, because3 I just love those. Especially the reverse-bear trap. Things like that.
The cover of the movie Hard Candy,
James Bond got into his silver jag and drove to the given address. A man with a big Mexican hat was standing outside a run-down house. He saw a woman with blonde hair then realized that it was a trap.
It’s what I feel like when I make a decision. It’s the reason I procrastinate, because it’s only in that moment before I make a decision that I am free. There is no going back once a decision is made. Your trapped in the future of the decided.
i feel trapped in the endless light that streams through the pink petals of the flower that covers me. It is a trap that traps the trappings of my society in iridescent pink.
trap. something you can’t escape from. something malevolent. someone put it there. it’s by design. there to harm you. keep you where you don’t want to be. implies an uncertain future. a bad future.
“Houdini, are you?” he asked her, as he (all-too-gently) wrapped a scarf around her wrists (figure-eight-style). She smirked and turned her wrist ever-so-slightly (to create space), and when he least expected it, her hands were free and touching his hips.
In a sentence. Don’t know were to go but follow the road. Ahead. Behind. To somewhere else. At the end of life. Itself. Not thinking of tommorow. Just life from the beginning to the end.
A trap–in my mind. I’m stuck and blinded. Thrown away. I rattle the cage bars, screaming as loud as possible. WHERE AM I? Who took me? My home, my family, I’m gone.
From them.
From me.
I’m trapped. Caught in an abyss. I’m not sure how I am or where am I.
This is it.
I can’t do this.
I. Am. Caught.
Life is a trap. It offers you the opportunity to wear the mascot uniform, without telling you that you can’t take the head off and inside it’s 80 degrees celsius. DEAR GOD.I need gatorade. Bleck.
The hunter looked over his shoulder. He could swear, he had just heard the bear. Now was the time to put all of his experience into the contrapment, he carefully sat down.
If it didn’t work well, he wouldn’t get much sleep.
Time travel is a trap. Everything you do affects something in the future. I fell in love with Jimmy Page… and when I went back to the present, the world was a completely different place.
he saw the trap but couldn’t resist in tapping into her. her felt the pain slowly rising his leg and he enjoyed it. finally he was hers completely as her eight legs slowly surrounded him.
A trap is an opening into a new and surprising experience. A trap serves to remind us that things may not be what they seem. Sometimes your feelings of security are itself a part of the trap. When we fall into a trap it is a necessary, determined fulfillment.
it was clearly a trap. I had not even spoken two words, when i saw the look on her face – she had me. I am such an idiot. The oldest trick in the book. Another lie to add to the list…..
trapped inside my own energy, I try to escape the feeling of never beeing able to finish something. I am a starter.. not a finisher. The trap is always set somewhere along my project timeline. It might go of now, or in twenty years..
It’s a love trap, or a bear trap, something nasty and big with lots of teeth that trap you. Blood ands stuff. Not the love trap though. Although that can be nasty too, but can sometimes turn in to a nest :) A love nest. Other than that ‘trap’ doesn’t get me much. I don’t get trapped :) And I don’t trap. Amen to that.
It was a trap. He was sure of it. He peered out the upstairs window, wondering how to escape from this latest bout of paranoia-induced madness. No sign of anyone below but would they really be visible in plain sight out in the open, on his lawn?
Its a trap! What do I do. I feel like I’m playing into the hands of some omnicient observer. Shit. This time thing makes you panic. Maybe thats the trap. A long delayed heart attack from unresolved stress. Maybe… I thought I was finished but then I had more time.
caught, i was trapped, trapped in a world of misery, but it was my own doing. There was so much out there, and all I coupld do was bury my head in the sand, or under the duvet and couldn’t find a way out. But I must….
He laid the trap
He’d get her yet
For it was her heart
He planned to get
To take her hand
And share together
Life’s pleasures
From now and forever
He laid the trap
He’d get her yet
For it was her heart
He planned to get
everyday i feel trapped in my life….doing things that i dont want to do, following paths i dont wish to take, passing dreams by and letting mylife be the life that i have never dreamed for myself
Something fell into the pit this morning. I went outside, pajamas and all, to inspect the trap. Four in the morning, wearing nightwear while inspecting a spike pit. Not normal.
Yesterday afternoon, a blazing, unfriendly, generally repulsive afternoon if there ever was one, a young boy in his early years of curiosity came across a spiked mousetrap. Yes, a mouse trap with spikes.
trap. what an amazing concept. something that can dispossess freedom so quickly and intimately. something that held one back from their full potential. is it painful? what feelings come from being trapped? could it possibly be welcome? is it like suffocating? who suffocates in a world drizzed with the sweetness of happiness?
n
let the mice go into it but don’t let them eat the cheese! It’s just too good – make a fondue out of it, share it with your special persons… Ummm,
trap. oh no, all i can think about is trapping animals. not good. unless they are being trapped in a cage to be released later. trap door. let’s see, what is a trap door for? hmmm, so little time for one word. trapped.
IT’S A TRAP.
I think of movies, of shows, of jigsaw. Also Mousetrap, that little game we used to play when we were little. Then of course, tiger-pits like the one in the Swiss Family Robinson. That was a silly book, and an even sillier movie.
But of course I think of the Saw Movies, because3 I just love those. Especially the reverse-bear trap. Things like that.
The cover of the movie Hard Candy,
James Bond got into his silver jag and drove to the given address. A man with a big Mexican hat was standing outside a run-down house. He saw a woman with blonde hair then realized that it was a trap.
It’s what I feel like when I make a decision. It’s the reason I procrastinate, because it’s only in that moment before I make a decision that I am free. There is no going back once a decision is made. Your trapped in the future of the decided.
cage, dark, no doors, no way out, nothing to do, no light, no fun, angry, sad, terryfing
i feel trapped in the endless light that streams through the pink petals of the flower that covers me. It is a trap that traps the trappings of my society in iridescent pink.
trap. something you can’t escape from. something malevolent. someone put it there. it’s by design. there to harm you. keep you where you don’t want to be. implies an uncertain future. a bad future.
“Houdini, are you?” he asked her, as he (all-too-gently) wrapped a scarf around her wrists (figure-eight-style). She smirked and turned her wrist ever-so-slightly (to create space), and when he least expected it, her hands were free and touching his hips.
GODDAMMIT I WANT ANOTHER WORD
WHAT CAN I POSSIBLY SAY ABOUT THE WORD “TRAP”
JESUS H. CHRIST WHY
WHY THIS WORD
I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING
In a sentence. Don’t know were to go but follow the road. Ahead. Behind. To somewhere else. At the end of life. Itself. Not thinking of tommorow. Just life from the beginning to the end.
A trap–in my mind. I’m stuck and blinded. Thrown away. I rattle the cage bars, screaming as loud as possible. WHERE AM I? Who took me? My home, my family, I’m gone.
From them.
From me.
I’m trapped. Caught in an abyss. I’m not sure how I am or where am I.
This is it.
I can’t do this.
I. Am. Caught.
It was a trap. He caught me in. I lost myself. Now I have to break out. I might miss him. I think about him. Why is there always a him and not ME?
Jobs are traps. Creative traps. Your mind gets controlled by others, you cave in on things that matter to you, for money.
Necessary evil. But an evil none the less. Organizations should be more open to using individual creativity, thoughts, ideas.
Open up.
The steel trap shut, just as the bear reached his destination.
Life is a trap. It offers you the opportunity to wear the mascot uniform, without telling you that you can’t take the head off and inside it’s 80 degrees celsius. DEAR GOD.I need gatorade. Bleck.
mouse traps, tricking poor little defenceless creatures in powerful metal contraptions…crushing their little heads :(
they don’t stand a chance.
The hunter looked over his shoulder. He could swear, he had just heard the bear. Now was the time to put all of his experience into the contrapment, he carefully sat down.
If it didn’t work well, he wouldn’t get much sleep.
Time travel is a trap. Everything you do affects something in the future. I fell in love with Jimmy Page… and when I went back to the present, the world was a completely different place.
he saw the trap but couldn’t resist in tapping into her. her felt the pain slowly rising his leg and he enjoyed it. finally he was hers completely as her eight legs slowly surrounded him.
A trap is an opening into a new and surprising experience. A trap serves to remind us that things may not be what they seem. Sometimes your feelings of security are itself a part of the trap. When we fall into a trap it is a necessary, determined fulfillment.
You’re caught. Can’t get out.
it was clearly a trap. I had not even spoken two words, when i saw the look on her face – she had me. I am such an idiot. The oldest trick in the book. Another lie to add to the list…..
trapped inside my own energy, I try to escape the feeling of never beeing able to finish something. I am a starter.. not a finisher. The trap is always set somewhere along my project timeline. It might go of now, or in twenty years..
I don’t feel trapped. Why should I feel trapped? If you feel trapped, it is your own damn fault.
It’s a love trap, or a bear trap, something nasty and big with lots of teeth that trap you. Blood ands stuff. Not the love trap though. Although that can be nasty too, but can sometimes turn in to a nest :) A love nest. Other than that ‘trap’ doesn’t get me much. I don’t get trapped :) And I don’t trap. Amen to that.
Is what Ackbar exclaimed, sometime back in 1983, as the rebel fleet threw itself at the second Deathstar.
Second Deathstar.
That’s the phone. Damn…
It was a trap. He was sure of it. He peered out the upstairs window, wondering how to escape from this latest bout of paranoia-induced madness. No sign of anyone below but would they really be visible in plain sight out in the open, on his lawn?
danish
Its a trap! What do I do. I feel like I’m playing into the hands of some omnicient observer. Shit. This time thing makes you panic. Maybe thats the trap. A long delayed heart attack from unresolved stress. Maybe… I thought I was finished but then I had more time.
sometimes my mind wonders away – I try to feel free – but all I can think’of – is how i feel – like I’m caught in a trap.
caught, i was trapped, trapped in a world of misery, but it was my own doing. There was so much out there, and all I coupld do was bury my head in the sand, or under the duvet and couldn’t find a way out. But I must….
He laid the trap
He’d get her yet
For it was her heart
He planned to get
To take her hand
And share together
Life’s pleasures
From now and forever
He laid the trap
He’d get her yet
For it was her heart
He planned to get
Its almost an year. No, to be precise, day after tomorrow, its exactly one year. Our first aniversary
The day we were trapped.
everyday i feel trapped in my life….doing things that i dont want to do, following paths i dont wish to take, passing dreams by and letting mylife be the life that i have never dreamed for myself
Something fell into the pit this morning. I went outside, pajamas and all, to inspect the trap. Four in the morning, wearing nightwear while inspecting a spike pit. Not normal.
Yesterday afternoon, a blazing, unfriendly, generally repulsive afternoon if there ever was one, a young boy in his early years of curiosity came across a spiked mousetrap. Yes, a mouse trap with spikes.
Trap is the Dutch word for stair. Stairs in old Dutch houses are often narrow and steep.
trap. what an amazing concept. something that can dispossess freedom so quickly and intimately. something that held one back from their full potential. is it painful? what feelings come from being trapped? could it possibly be welcome? is it like suffocating? who suffocates in a world drizzed with the sweetness of happiness?