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The dance of buildings with their terracotta frames in a land I don’t yet know. But here you are. And here I am. I was unsure of it before, but running away seems like it’s the only thing to do. I won’t let me be stuck in life’s architecture.
By Laetitia on 05.29.2012
At a glance it’s beautiful; well built and well maintained. But nothing can hide that smell of bullshit, no amount of tapestry or artwork or concealer.
Your temple is a lie, my friend, and that’s the invisible pillar supporting the facade, but only the surface crumbles without it.
By Barber URL on 05.29.2012
my grandfather was one of those, I’m not really sure if it seems like a good job or not, I guess it could be. But who knows, ya know. I guess you would probably have to have good art and math skills, which i don’t have good nath skills, and i could be better at art. but i do like aet. My grandfather died… yeah, so yeah…
By Lulu on 05.29.2012
art deco citys vienna lisbon landscape
By judge on 05.29.2012
With aspiriig fingers, the emperor’s garden stretched marble fingers toward some sympathetic heaven high above, its reach impeded by the vast, vaulted roof high overhead, it’s various friezes and frescoes a study in both the opulence and magnificence of the empire’s golden reign, a study of triumphant ambition.
By Sheol on 05.29.2012
Three beams from the left of the window is a hopelessly dysfunctional spiderweb. It looks as though the spider, who was obviously an untalented web-builder, constructed it under duress. Haphazardly thrown anchor lines cross-sect with leisure lines, creating gaps large enough for bats to fly through. A poor example of nature’s beauty if ever there was one.
By Adrien Sala URL on 05.29.2012
Its a place where you can bring a fairytale castle to life. Or start a family after built it takes place everywhere you go.:)
By Roxxiee on 05.29.2012
this building is so amazing,. ted mosby would be soooo proud! he loves architecture! he builds flipping buildings man! i love how i met your mother. its the best mix of comedy, new york, and love! not to mention the humor is great! i love everything about it! i wish my life was kinda like that you know?….
By sally kershner on 05.29.2012
Ted Mosby… his love and his passion lies in architecture. Which is weird, because it’s one of those jobs that I’ve never really thought about. I know that someone out there has to like it, I guess. It’s just weird. Like people who want to be gym teachers. Or write textbooks, or manuals on how to do something.
By Nicky on 05.29.2012
Architecture of the mind, architecture of buildings, architecture of the body and of the soul…there are so many types of architecture all beautiful and creative. Worth exploring all types.
By coramie URL on 05.29.2012
the inside of her skull thrummed with electric light. the structure of neurons and dendrites firing lit up the interior like some great city in the twilight of it’s existence. she moaned and turned over in her sleep. the pillows under her head like clouds beneath the pavement of her urban fugue.
By george christos on 05.29.2012
buildings are built. People major in architecture. The word is purple. It’s a very nice shade of purple too. I like older buildings better than newer ones. But some modern architecture is very lovely as well. But things like the sistine (SPELLING?) chapel? man, those are amazing buildings.
By rae URL on 05.29.2012
What ever looks good from out doesn’t from in. Architecture is what i don’t believe in sorry!
Or am I? well?
By NOUF on 05.29.2012
Architecture embodies man’s ability to think and imagine with just the neurons and technology he’s been given. Architecture represents the vast intelligence and ingenuity humans can produce from merely a pen and paper, ultimately coming to fruition with a few thousand pounds of concrete and perspiration.
By Jonathan Sheu on 05.29.2012
I tried so hard to make everything perfect for the new family. Their faces lit up when they saw what I had made of their new home. The baby smiled. The dog even looked content. I was satisfied. I had done it. I had created the perfect home.
By Emily B on 05.29.2012
Architecture. It’s a subtlety in our lives that we often take for granted. If our anscestors hadn’t though to expand on their current living situation, well, we’d still be sleeping on buffalo skins in a deer skin teepee. Mind you, that that’s necessarily a bad thing.
By WolfSister URL on 05.29.2012
By sofía on 05.29.2012
I think of tall city buildings, Chicago or Minneapolis. I think of concrete and someone who is smart to go through archetecture school. I thinkk of the cold buildings. I think of old buildings too..
By Kenzie on 05.29.2012
The stone walls shook. They were designed to hold back armies, but were not prepared for this. The people waited and knew. Nothing more could happen. Then the earth shook again and the walls came crashing down around them.
By Chris Bishop on 05.29.2012
architecture is the most fancinating theme ever. i can not think of anything that is more longlasting then it. it defines all ages, eras, centuries etc. loving it, admiring it, thinking about it. it lifts the spirit, inspires and give a home at the end. it provides every thing you need.
What is to be expected of it? no one knows! it is magic, pure, simple and human magic. it can take you through time without changing the past. it fosters books, movies, imagination, love, heart, mind and body. it is ever pervailent and therefore it is needed for all time
By ozyndes on 05.29.2012
The stately tall houses looked intimidating and scary, with column stretching to the sky and curtained window with eyes that peered out. I walked up briskly, carrying my leather suitcase with both hands. My Mary-Jane’s stepped up the grey concrete steps and I touched the golden brassy knob.
By mimi URL on 05.29.2012
smooth and tall stands the building with its lifestyle denoting a strange physique. the people surround it, looking up in awe as one man leans down and watches the edge of the roof. as he moves closer he loses his balance and falls, watching the terraces and roofs fly by. architecture can be a killer he thinks just as his life ends.
By Chantal Ash on 05.29.2012
The stately brick houses stood towering above me. Creamy white columns stretched to the sky, curtained windows sat shut and still. I walked briskly up the steps, my mind whirring with ideas of the house in front of my small Mary-Jane shoes. My hand touched the golden brassy knob and I stepped in.
By Mimmy URL on 05.29.2012
The arches and bends in the metal structure make your eyes wander. They focus on the swirling curls of the handrails, and you feel the warmth radiate from it. The sense of being small overwhelms you and your heart races, races, races. This is it. This is what you want to be, want to make, want to achieve—you want to be an architect.
By cam URL on 05.29.2012
is a simple thing. It surrounds our every movement. Appreciate it. Take it in touch it. Soak it in. Wear your contacts.
By kerri dirrion on 05.29.2012
The architecture of the meteor was kind of dull, but it had a lot of little nooks and crannies Gamzee could easily fit into and crawl through and just hide from the world in. It was even nicer with Karkat. He could curl up with his little bro, wrap his arms around him and hide him from the world. Karkat would mumble profanities into his chest, Gamzee would pet his hair, and everything would be okay. That was how they worked, and Gamzee wouldn’t have it any other way.
By Rikka URL on 05.29.2012
The roof was starting tot shake. We knew by this time it wouldnt be long until the whole building was in peices. Us along with it. We tried to escape but realized it would just be a waste of time.
By Colton Adrian on 05.29.2012
the way of doing buildings and helping the community, career about construction and reforming the streets. sucks sucks sucks sucks there’s no job for that now the crisis is still here daamn !
By cucopeluco URL on 05.29.2012
construction of your life, of your way of living, help the society, change the world. peace and love to everybody …
By Mr. Fo Twenty URL on 05.29.2012
I knew from the start his idea was bad. The plan was barely outlined, nevermind supported. As soon as it went up, I was sure it was going down. Thats how things were now. nature was fighting our building.
By Colton URL on 05.29.2012
I have a friend that builds tree houses for a living. He calls it arbortecture. It’s silly. But I love to help him out whenever I’m free and not busy jiving to the rock and roll music. He is probably the love of my life, but I’ll keep that to myself until he gets married and I regret it. He is twenty three years old and has a little boy’s heart. I am that little boy.
By Melissa on 05.29.2012
I’m sorry, but I never finished The Fountainhead. I just couldn’t.
By No. on 05.29.2012
There was a beautiful building. It was built in the ancient times. The architecture looked to be professionally done. There were flying buttresses, tall pillars, and carvings in the side of the building. I was in awe.
By Meeghan on 05.29.2012
I really don’t know much about architecture. But what I do know is this: Great cities are built around wonderful architecture. Tall skyscrapers, booming malls, intricate government buildings. They line the sky in a wrought-iron and steel horizon. Red brick, wood, stone, any way to put it together, it’s always different. Like people, no two buildings are exactly the same and just like the creator of people, each architect has their own individual fingerprint they place on each one of their special creations – something to set it apart from any other building ever made, but something to show it is uniquely and wonderfully their own. Something they toiled day in and day out to create for the whole world to see.
By Jahna on 05.29.2012
my mom once said that she had wanted to be an architect. It was odd at first, mostly because it was out of the blue, but i knew it must’ve been important. She told me that she gave up on that dream because her mother never wanted her to.
By brandy on 05.29.2012
A beautiful building. Tall, old, and bulky. Huge buttresses, pillars, and amazing stone carvings. Older bricks. Older stone. Beautiful shapes and sizes.
By Meeghan URL on 05.29.2012
the smooth curves contrasted perfectly with the jagged edges and the rustic birds nest in the corners. this buildings fate had been thought out perfectly, up to the horrible dissaster that brought it down along with the rest of the town.
By river URL on 05.29.2012
I was was walking slowly up the sidewalk trying to take everything in waiting for Sherri to show up. Where was she, she was taking forever. I told her to be here exactly at 7:30 sharp. I don’t know why I expected her to be there, she never made it anywhere on time.
I looked up at the old hospital. The architecture of the building was totally creepy. Part of it looked like it belonged in Transylvania and while other parts looked as if it was from “Gone With the Wind”. It was really strange. The house had an old, broken down wrought iron fence wrapped completely around it, with parts of it held together with odd bits of wire. The gate had a heavy chain with a lock holding it closed. I don’t know how we were expected to find a way in. I suppose when Sherri got there, we would walk around the building and try to find a way inside.
Something started crawling in my hair and I frantically tried to shake it out and brush it off. Immediately, laughter erupted from behind me.
“Gotcha,” giggled Sherri.
“You scared me to death,” I said.
“God, Erin, you were so deep in thought, if I would have said anything you probably had a heart attack. Then what would I have done?” she asked.
“It would serve you right,” I smiled. “after making me wait out here by myself like this, then scaring me like you did.”
“I had to wait until my mom went to sleep. I can’t just walk out the door anytime I feel like it like you do.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot. You should’ve just told her you were spending the night with me, like I told you to in the first place and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. We’d already be in this God-forsaken place,” I said, as I looked back up at the old hospital.
“Have you found a way in yet?” Sherri asked.
“No. That’s what I was thinking about when some freak came up and scared the beejeesus out of me.”
“Okay, okay, let’s start looking. We’re not getting any closer to getting inside standing here E.”
By dj on 05.29.2012
Spacious. Defined. Planning. The foreman surveyed the potential build site donning a hardhat with a coffee thermos in hand. Decaf. His wife knows he likes the caffeine, but she’s trying to subtly alter his diet. That bitch. No, that’s not fair, she means well.
By BShaw on 05.29.2012
the rough lines of the building tugged at the corner of my eye. it wasn’t white marble, pristine and virginal. it was a brick colonial house. full of memories and laughter. it was perfect. exactly the place i wanted my children to grow up in.
By Elise Frank on 05.29.2012