he sat next to me on the bench. head slouched. lazily. as if to say he didnt care although i knew that he did. the wood of the seat was heated beneath me, taking on the suns warmth after a long summer day. the intesnity in his eyes let me know that he was serious, and i flinched
I sat on the wooden bench for hours. I kept telling myself, just wait, something is going to happen I feel it. Waiting for something great to happen, something life changing, just on that bench, me and only me for hours. Nothing happened. Nothing at all.
i like benches when they are by walk sides or in parks it helps to relax when we are tired, sometimes when there is no benches it makes me realize its importance and how much i need one to set on and relax, maybe have a snack or just relax my legs or talk to someone, benches are very important and it should be available everywhere.
benches are a wonderful way to meet people. They are notorious for being in romantic movies during park scenes. They are nice on front porches during hot summers, and are good for people to get to know each other. Benches make me think of couples in New York parks.
You sit down, and your legs thank you. You’ve been walking your whole life, and now it is time to rest. So here you sit, upon a normal, unassuming bench, not fully understanding the reprieve from life it has provided you with.
i was sitting on a bench and a bird sat next to me. he didnt chirp at me but, rather, just sat with me to enjoy the view. He was a sweet fellow, pouncing back and forth, looking at the vast openess in front of us. The sun showered us with light.
I was walking through the park the other day and stumbled upon a rock…..reaching out to stop the fall I leaned onto a bench with another individual trying too hard not to laugh and failing utterly to my dismay….so I broke the silence and laughed first.
i like benches. i think of forest gump and his box of chocolates. a movie im not sure if ive seen all of, but still. i think of thinking and parks and my childhood. a sort of untouched innocence. a park bench. i always see couples on those.
The bench was white and cold. It seemed lonely, for no one occupied it. No one was sitting on it, and no one had even spared a glance to it for a long time. What a desolate bench! Should she go sit on it? She pondered, stopped midway on her track, and gazed back. She decided and walked over to it and sat down, smiling to herself. It needed someone to understand.
Sit on the bench. Feeling the wine press aganinst the back of my neck, my head, my spine. Think of the thid 23rd, the date. The day you left me, girl. Every 23rd I’ll be remembering you. Feb or not. Cause you’re Nora Bohringer.;
i was sitting at the park bench, the golden, and candy colored orange leaves were falling around me as i was sitting in a lemon coloured dress, the gray smoke dancing in the air, coming out of the end of a white stem. I listened to the pitter patter of the rain, and stuck my tongue out to feel the cold droplets on my tongue.
I was on one end of the bench, and he sat on the other end. We faced away from each other, staring off towards nothing, our eyes wet. Neither of us opened our mouths, or sad anything about the ever-expanding distance between us.
sitting in a park, watching children play on the playground. So young and innocent they have no concept of real life. Just the trials and tribulations of who will get on the swing next or who is sitting with whom in the sandbox
is a place that you can sit and relax, a place to sit at a park or on the city streets a bench is a place to just stop and take the things around you in
the bench
old
dusty
brown smelling,
the dirt of time ripped through its once varnished panels, till it had become nothing but a fossil of the good times.
bench,
old,
new, destroyed.
renewed.
the bench in the park was placed right int he center. It was a blue bright bench for two. The bench was a typical rot iron old fashioned styled. There are so many memories that i have of sitting on that bench lazy afternoons and enjoying the nature and breeze. I have read some of my favorite books on that bench. One afternoon he walked by the bench, turned and smiled at me. It on that bench that i met the love of my life for the first time. we still go and sit there , i lie on his lap.
long, white. in a park. old men or old women sitting on it feeding birds. lots of birds pecking at the ground. old, with lots of trees and grass. summertime. springtime. colorful. maybe fall. anytime really, except winter. it’s too cold then. young kids play on it. all over.
There I sat. This bench. This park. Same time every day. I get my coffee at the corner then walk, quickly to my seat every morning, the brisk air ruffling my hair. I watch people hurry pass: some late to work, others with nowhere to go. Some people are just too distracted to stop and smell the roses, to enjoy the beauty in life…
good conversations take place on benches. yesterday, mack, logan, and i talked about heaven, hell, salvation, God, and our frustrations or questions for half an hour. we were supposed to be doing some assignment for inter comm. but we didn’t.
The bench has negeative connotations with it. To be benched is never a good thing. You’re out of the action. And usually because you’re not very good.
Being ‘benched’ at home can be a time out. Sitting in the nauty chair.
Yet, really, I’ve found that hte bench can be a great place.
You can take a break, rest, collect thoughts or let those thoughts run rampant. Aah.
It’s all in the mind, baby.
Tough to consider, to go past what we’vve been todl, but it’s there.
I’ve found the bench can be a very relaxing place.
Maybe that’s why judges’ bench is considerd a place of wisdom. Sitting there for that long can make you think of things, mullthem over, in a non rushed place.
i wish there were more benches on my school campus because then i think it’ll be a prettier place…more people would feel comfortable and sit down and talk more because you meet people sitting down most of the time.. in class in lunch in a movie anywhere. i i wish there were more benches
I waited for the bus on the bench just a few blocks away. The buses in this city are never on time. Never. So I waited and waited and was joined by 3 other people as I did so. It got uncomfortably tight on that bench as we sat there together, these strangers and I. The bus never did come.
I was walking down the street and I saw a bench, so I sat down for a while to have a think. while I was thinking about the universe and nature and all the wonders it held I realized that I would have had none of these thoughts If I hadn’t stumbled upon this bench.
I sit on this bench, and watch the birds eat bread and sing a happy song. I love to watch the birds sing, it makes me smile. It reminds me of the past Springs. Oh, how I love the Spring, and the Summer. They are the best times of the year. It’s when I fell in love.
swinging on the bench, sitting peacefully. letting the breeze wash over me, and i relax. inhale, exhale. going with the motion, back, forth. holding on to the rhythym. that’s all i have besides this bench anyways. it’s the only thing holding me to the earth right now, holding me to me.
Two lonely people sitting on a park bench, stewing in their loneliness. Neither dares speak to the other, even though, if they did, neither would be lonely anymore.
I choose the blue bench at the park for a reason. Not for its obviously superior structure, but for its company. The bench was my friend. I could sit there all day and tell it all of my worries. Without it I might have not gotten the courage to kill the lonely man.
The bench sat looking out over the sea. Emily walked up, and sat down. As she looked out over the waves, she took a deep breath. Trying to stem the tears filling her eyes, she looked up. “I miss you…”
She puts her hand over his. It’s one of those fucking days, blue sky and no clouds and fucking pigeons flapping all over the fucking place, like a scene from Hollywood’s latest monstrosity–look at us! look how beautiful and perfect and in love we are!–and it won’t last.
The bench sat alone in the dark room. Never before had a few pieces of wood brought so much dread. The clock on the wall read 10 after 5, her father would be home soon.
One day at a park, a man walked past a bench with an older woman sitting alone smiling to herself. He asked her if she was having a good day and why she was so happy. She responded with “If you smile at someone, they will smile back. And if you can make just one person smile a day, you have made the day worth it.”
if i were to die then the only memorial i would want would be a bench in my name, in a park, with a mysterious, inconspicuous quote, or a story, or a poem, that makes someone, who sits on the bench, enjoy their day a little. bit. more.
I sat on the playground with many a “naughty” child who’d be benched by a frustrated teacher. They were told they couldn’t leave until they “knew how to behave” what they weren’t told was that if someone loved them and smiled at them they would behave differently because they already would have what they needed to be.
Flat white painted…usually in a park. Once Johnny Deep sat on one of these in a movie with a little boy lying underneath it. I don’t like to sit on these…it’s too cold to sit outside here.
The place I sit, I am an elderly man. Waiting, watching youth pass me by. I sit and rot as the sun sets and fades, leaving it’s place for the moon. This bench is my home.
i like to sit on benches in the middle of parks. they allow me to sit back and relax and think about the beauty all around me. they are sturdy enough to hold me and my friends and are comforting and sturdy in the sense that they are always there for me when i need a good rest.
he sat next to me on the bench. head slouched. lazily. as if to say he didnt care although i knew that he did. the wood of the seat was heated beneath me, taking on the suns warmth after a long summer day. the intesnity in his eyes let me know that he was serious, and i flinched
I sat on the wooden bench for hours. I kept telling myself, just wait, something is going to happen I feel it. Waiting for something great to happen, something life changing, just on that bench, me and only me for hours. Nothing happened. Nothing at all.
i like benches when they are by walk sides or in parks it helps to relax when we are tired, sometimes when there is no benches it makes me realize its importance and how much i need one to set on and relax, maybe have a snack or just relax my legs or talk to someone, benches are very important and it should be available everywhere.
benches are a wonderful way to meet people. They are notorious for being in romantic movies during park scenes. They are nice on front porches during hot summers, and are good for people to get to know each other. Benches make me think of couples in New York parks.
You sit down, and your legs thank you. You’ve been walking your whole life, and now it is time to rest. So here you sit, upon a normal, unassuming bench, not fully understanding the reprieve from life it has provided you with.
i was sitting on a bench and a bird sat next to me. he didnt chirp at me but, rather, just sat with me to enjoy the view. He was a sweet fellow, pouncing back and forth, looking at the vast openess in front of us. The sun showered us with light.
I was walking through the park the other day and stumbled upon a rock…..reaching out to stop the fall I leaned onto a bench with another individual trying too hard not to laugh and failing utterly to my dismay….so I broke the silence and laughed first.
i like benches. i think of forest gump and his box of chocolates. a movie im not sure if ive seen all of, but still. i think of thinking and parks and my childhood. a sort of untouched innocence. a park bench. i always see couples on those.
The bench was white and cold. It seemed lonely, for no one occupied it. No one was sitting on it, and no one had even spared a glance to it for a long time. What a desolate bench! Should she go sit on it? She pondered, stopped midway on her track, and gazed back. She decided and walked over to it and sat down, smiling to herself. It needed someone to understand.
Sit on the bench. Feeling the wine press aganinst the back of my neck, my head, my spine. Think of the thid 23rd, the date. The day you left me, girl. Every 23rd I’ll be remembering you. Feb or not. Cause you’re Nora Bohringer.;
i was sitting at the park bench, the golden, and candy colored orange leaves were falling around me as i was sitting in a lemon coloured dress, the gray smoke dancing in the air, coming out of the end of a white stem. I listened to the pitter patter of the rain, and stuck my tongue out to feel the cold droplets on my tongue.
I was on one end of the bench, and he sat on the other end. We faced away from each other, staring off towards nothing, our eyes wet. Neither of us opened our mouths, or sad anything about the ever-expanding distance between us.
sitting in a park, watching children play on the playground. So young and innocent they have no concept of real life. Just the trials and tribulations of who will get on the swing next or who is sitting with whom in the sandbox
is a place that you can sit and relax, a place to sit at a park or on the city streets a bench is a place to just stop and take the things around you in
The bench was cold on her legs, but the night air felt sublime on her flushed face. Every night is a good night for bad decisions.
the bench
old
dusty
brown smelling,
the dirt of time ripped through its once varnished panels, till it had become nothing but a fossil of the good times.
bench,
old,
new, destroyed.
renewed.
the bench in the park was placed right int he center. It was a blue bright bench for two. The bench was a typical rot iron old fashioned styled. There are so many memories that i have of sitting on that bench lazy afternoons and enjoying the nature and breeze. I have read some of my favorite books on that bench. One afternoon he walked by the bench, turned and smiled at me. It on that bench that i met the love of my life for the first time. we still go and sit there , i lie on his lap.
long, white. in a park. old men or old women sitting on it feeding birds. lots of birds pecking at the ground. old, with lots of trees and grass. summertime. springtime. colorful. maybe fall. anytime really, except winter. it’s too cold then. young kids play on it. all over.
There I sat. This bench. This park. Same time every day. I get my coffee at the corner then walk, quickly to my seat every morning, the brisk air ruffling my hair. I watch people hurry pass: some late to work, others with nowhere to go. Some people are just too distracted to stop and smell the roses, to enjoy the beauty in life…
good conversations take place on benches. yesterday, mack, logan, and i talked about heaven, hell, salvation, God, and our frustrations or questions for half an hour. we were supposed to be doing some assignment for inter comm. but we didn’t.
The bench has negeative connotations with it. To be benched is never a good thing. You’re out of the action. And usually because you’re not very good.
Being ‘benched’ at home can be a time out. Sitting in the nauty chair.
Yet, really, I’ve found that hte bench can be a great place.
You can take a break, rest, collect thoughts or let those thoughts run rampant. Aah.
It’s all in the mind, baby.
Tough to consider, to go past what we’vve been todl, but it’s there.
I’ve found the bench can be a very relaxing place.
Maybe that’s why judges’ bench is considerd a place of wisdom. Sitting there for that long can make you think of things, mullthem over, in a non rushed place.
Bench. reminds me of my school days… how we used to sit on the last bences in class to avoid boring lectures.
i wish there were more benches on my school campus because then i think it’ll be a prettier place…more people would feel comfortable and sit down and talk more because you meet people sitting down most of the time.. in class in lunch in a movie anywhere. i i wish there were more benches
I waited for the bus on the bench just a few blocks away. The buses in this city are never on time. Never. So I waited and waited and was joined by 3 other people as I did so. It got uncomfortably tight on that bench as we sat there together, these strangers and I. The bus never did come.
I was walking down the street and I saw a bench, so I sat down for a while to have a think. while I was thinking about the universe and nature and all the wonders it held I realized that I would have had none of these thoughts If I hadn’t stumbled upon this bench.
His skin glistened over hard muscle as he lay down on the bench, trying for a new personal best – his own body weight.
I had been to the bench only once before. When I first met you. You wore blue while the rest of the world wore green.
I sat next to you and said hello, you looked at me and took my hand.
I sit on this bench, and watch the birds eat bread and sing a happy song. I love to watch the birds sing, it makes me smile. It reminds me of the past Springs. Oh, how I love the Spring, and the Summer. They are the best times of the year. It’s when I fell in love.
swinging on the bench, sitting peacefully. letting the breeze wash over me, and i relax. inhale, exhale. going with the motion, back, forth. holding on to the rhythym. that’s all i have besides this bench anyways. it’s the only thing holding me to the earth right now, holding me to me.
Two lonely people sitting on a park bench, stewing in their loneliness. Neither dares speak to the other, even though, if they did, neither would be lonely anymore.
I choose the blue bench at the park for a reason. Not for its obviously superior structure, but for its company. The bench was my friend. I could sit there all day and tell it all of my worries. Without it I might have not gotten the courage to kill the lonely man.
The bench sat looking out over the sea. Emily walked up, and sat down. As she looked out over the waves, she took a deep breath. Trying to stem the tears filling her eyes, she looked up. “I miss you…”
“Scoot over,” she says, and he does.
She puts her hand over his. It’s one of those fucking days, blue sky and no clouds and fucking pigeons flapping all over the fucking place, like a scene from Hollywood’s latest monstrosity–look at us! look how beautiful and perfect and in love we are!–and it won’t last.
The bench sat alone in the dark room. Never before had a few pieces of wood brought so much dread. The clock on the wall read 10 after 5, her father would be home soon.
One day at a park, a man walked past a bench with an older woman sitting alone smiling to herself. He asked her if she was having a good day and why she was so happy. She responded with “If you smile at someone, they will smile back. And if you can make just one person smile a day, you have made the day worth it.”
if i were to die then the only memorial i would want would be a bench in my name, in a park, with a mysterious, inconspicuous quote, or a story, or a poem, that makes someone, who sits on the bench, enjoy their day a little. bit. more.
I sat on the playground with many a “naughty” child who’d be benched by a frustrated teacher. They were told they couldn’t leave until they “knew how to behave” what they weren’t told was that if someone loved them and smiled at them they would behave differently because they already would have what they needed to be.
Flat white painted…usually in a park. Once Johnny Deep sat on one of these in a movie with a little boy lying underneath it. I don’t like to sit on these…it’s too cold to sit outside here.
The place I sit, I am an elderly man. Waiting, watching youth pass me by. I sit and rot as the sun sets and fades, leaving it’s place for the moon. This bench is my home.
i like to sit on benches in the middle of parks. they allow me to sit back and relax and think about the beauty all around me. they are sturdy enough to hold me and my friends and are comforting and sturdy in the sense that they are always there for me when i need a good rest.