i’m standing at the edge; looking, thinking, wondering. What should I do? Where do I go? What kind of shoes should I wear? How long will it take for me to get there? Will I even get there, or will the tires be forever flat>
I’m always on edge. If I don’t feel on edge, then I am at peace. At peace because I’m looking over the edge, wondering what it would feel like to fly. And if I’m not there, then I wish that I was because it is there that I feel the most power. It is at that edge that I find out who I truly am: someone who dares to take one more step or someone who is bound to wonder where that step would take me. But it is that edge that keeps me sane because I know that it is there, asking me if I want to take that step… I have yet to respond.
The machete’s edge held true as James brought it down with fury. The blade passed through the undead creature’s skull with a crunch followed by a splash of flesh hitting the ground next to it. It fell to the ground, put to rest at last.
Off the edge. Off the world. I fall down slower to oblivion until I see only darkness. I’m teetering but no one can see that. If I could just step back, rewind, I might have been able to change this, but I can’t so I fall. Off the edge into darkness.
When you’re close to the edge, the adrenaline rushes. Every move has to be calculated for fear of falling. It’s time to find the person, thing or action that will pull you back in. Back to safety, away from the edge of the abyss. Back from the point of no return.
On the edge of a cliff I sat wondering just how long I could stand there before I could no longer take this cruel world. Last words are so cliche. Goodbye cruel world. I end it here.
She had an edge. She knew it. The competition- well, they looked nervous. She didn’t feel it, at the very least. She’d run a course just like this back at home. This was her territory. She knew dirt roads, she could run them well. She had this.
lol like derek jeter has the edge they say that in the commercial that reminds me of adginess like having the moves like jagger like your so cool you have an adge but then there’s edgy like weird off base don’t know what to do with that
of nowhere, too misty to see very far. Could be a cliff, could be a brick wall, could be the end of everything as we know it. Or maybe just a pretty piece of lace to finish
i’m on the edge of my cliff looking down at the jagged rocks as i am about to leap my love saves me from the fall and i lean into their embrace and i slowy close my eyes as i breath them in and i realize how much life i have left to live.
Im on the edge of glory!! I dont like that song, but its just really catchy. Anyways i was on the edge of finishing my homework but then i went on stumbled upon lol.
too dum didly dee oh, a man with a large nose keeps drilling on this dirt path, and he snickers about it and combs his mustache, he stops and jolts his head up when the bus arrives and he has a chance to make sure his suspenders are attached and gets on the bus, doesn’t pay the fare, is embarrassed when he rips his underwear
I’m on the edge the edge the edge the edge and I’m hanging on a moment with you. Missing skating and dancing to lady gaga. I wouldn’t take back any minute spent with my rink family :)
Reno’s on the edge of consciousness and all he can see is a field below. Somewhere Elena is screeching his name. He can feel Rude’s gloved hand shaking his shoulders violently. Hear Tseng’s voice barking orders.
I was at the edge of the cliff when I first looked down. I had walked here by myself, I had to walk here by myself after what Maya had done. It was just me and the fall. It’s not that far. Is it? It’s a little far. Ok, maybe it’s very far. I could barely make out what was at the end of the fall, although that had more to do with the darkness
She ignored the ringing phone, logged off the computer and admired the crisp autumn scene below the high sixteenth floor window. The park looked so pretty today with the falling russet leaves from the wispy trees. She cranked it wide open, the cold air hitting her immediately. Perching on the edge of the office building, she took one last look around before closing her eyes, letting go and crashing to the busy midday street beneath her.
Dangling her legs on the edge of the rock shelf, she lazily thought of her life. she has achieved what she wanted, had good friends and family, and yet there was always that blackness in her heart that just wouldn’t go away. If she just tried to fly out over the oceans, would that pain lessen?
Sometimes I feel like every bad situation in life pushes me straight towards the edge. I feel myself looking down the edge and seeing that long drop, it frightens me, and I realize how great it was away from that ledge. I will not let the bad times push me off the cliff, instead I will turn it around. I will push all the worries off the edge of no return, so that my heart can be smooth around the edges.
She’s a risk taker and a heart breaker. Standing on the edge of the roof tops, swinging in the wind and she’s right where she likes to be. Drenched in black she feels the silent chills against her skin; this is where excitement lives. She’s living on the edge. And she’ll never breathe again.
I’m on the edge the edge the edge the edge of glory and I’m holding on a moment with you I miss skating with my fronds and dancing to lady gaga. So many good times at the rink would trade any moment of it for anything so worth the years and hard work coming out with amazing friends like them :) not sure where I’d be without it I know my life wounded be the same at all. I wouldn’t be me. The amazing people o have met .. My family these are the people who matter the most to me.
The day has barely started. Today, we head off to the market. The yearly market. I feel tight, nervous. I don’t know why, but the prospect of being in such a busy place makes me feel strained.
Standing on the edge of the stage, I looked out in to the audience. It’s amazing how someone will truly show exactly what they think when they think no one is looking. When the bright lights of the stage shroud you from view, you feel above reproach. Well; I see you.
i live on edge sometimes.it’s crazy. don’t know what’ll happen next. don’t know the next test. life can be hard living on the edge of my seat. will i pass the test? will i ?
and there we were, at the top of a hill, looking into infinity and doubting ourselves human any longer. we had weeded through the darkness expecting some god or glowing being to greet us at the gates of death, but none came and we only had each other to look at. i was something odd.nothing like i had imagined. i had a long slender figure and no hair on my head. i was scaly and smooth.what am i? i looked over to Nata. She was not human either. a furry creature with long body. a weazle?
i push down
blood bubbles to the surface
harder, faster
i wait for the trickle
release.
it’s over
my mind once again clear
my skin forever branded with misery
your kiss makes me want to fall over the edge,
i want to fall for you, fall off the edge by your kiss,
but i hope you be at the bottom,
there to cradle my fall, catch my and make my heart
blossom, more than you could expect.
give me a kiss that will make me fall off the edge.
it’s the edge of reason. she knows she’ll fall right over but she can’t stop tiltling. she wants to fall. being in one place is too boring. she wants to know what’s over the edge. the ground is predictable. the ground is claustrophobic. the edge is freedom. she wants to explore and learn everything that she possibly can. how will she ever do that if she stays stagnant?
I love being on the edge of a cliff and look at the sea. It makes me feel so small and vulnerable. I love the smell when I am on that edge; the grass, the salty air and the earth. I love being on the edge of my paradise.
of glory
of my existence
can I all think of are cliches?
I had a boy told me I undervalued the power of cliches.
He was six years younger than me.
And I found his English accent attractive.
I’m a bit screwed up when it comes to boys.
I stood on the edge of the night, feeling the nightwind approaching me. lifting up my arms I welcomed it’s arrival. It was time again, for the festival of the moon.
The edge, close to the end, looking down, whether it be for happiness or sorrow…
i’m standing at the edge; looking, thinking, wondering. What should I do? Where do I go? What kind of shoes should I wear? How long will it take for me to get there? Will I even get there, or will the tires be forever flat>
I’m always on edge. If I don’t feel on edge, then I am at peace. At peace because I’m looking over the edge, wondering what it would feel like to fly. And if I’m not there, then I wish that I was because it is there that I feel the most power. It is at that edge that I find out who I truly am: someone who dares to take one more step or someone who is bound to wonder where that step would take me. But it is that edge that keeps me sane because I know that it is there, asking me if I want to take that step… I have yet to respond.
a wrestler. he is a good wrestler in wwe. i like him a lot, though at the moment he is on the dark side.
The machete’s edge held true as James brought it down with fury. The blade passed through the undead creature’s skull with a crunch followed by a splash of flesh hitting the ground next to it. It fell to the ground, put to rest at last.
Off the edge. Off the world. I fall down slower to oblivion until I see only darkness. I’m teetering but no one can see that. If I could just step back, rewind, I might have been able to change this, but I can’t so I fall. Off the edge into darkness.
Go any further.
When you’re close to the edge, the adrenaline rushes. Every move has to be calculated for fear of falling. It’s time to find the person, thing or action that will pull you back in. Back to safety, away from the edge of the abyss. Back from the point of no return.
On the edge of a cliff I sat wondering just how long I could stand there before I could no longer take this cruel world. Last words are so cliche. Goodbye cruel world. I end it here.
She had an edge. She knew it. The competition- well, they looked nervous. She didn’t feel it, at the very least. She’d run a course just like this back at home. This was her territory. She knew dirt roads, she could run them well. She had this.
lol like derek jeter has the edge they say that in the commercial that reminds me of adginess like having the moves like jagger like your so cool you have an adge but then there’s edgy like weird off base don’t know what to do with that
of nowhere, too misty to see very far. Could be a cliff, could be a brick wall, could be the end of everything as we know it. Or maybe just a pretty piece of lace to finish
i’m on the edge of my cliff looking down at the jagged rocks as i am about to leap my love saves me from the fall and i lean into their embrace and i slowy close my eyes as i breath them in and i realize how much life i have left to live.
Im on the edge of glory!! I dont like that song, but its just really catchy. Anyways i was on the edge of finishing my homework but then i went on stumbled upon lol.
too dum didly dee oh, a man with a large nose keeps drilling on this dirt path, and he snickers about it and combs his mustache, he stops and jolts his head up when the bus arrives and he has a chance to make sure his suspenders are attached and gets on the bus, doesn’t pay the fare, is embarrassed when he rips his underwear
as i sat looking over i couldn’t help but to think of the people i would hurt if i took that final step
I’m on the edge the edge the edge the edge and I’m hanging on a moment with you. Missing skating and dancing to lady gaga. I wouldn’t take back any minute spent with my rink family :)
Reno’s on the edge of consciousness and all he can see is a field below. Somewhere Elena is screeching his name. He can feel Rude’s gloved hand shaking his shoulders violently. Hear Tseng’s voice barking orders.
He smiles to himself and leaps.
I was at the edge of the cliff when I first looked down. I had walked here by myself, I had to walk here by myself after what Maya had done. It was just me and the fall. It’s not that far. Is it? It’s a little far. Ok, maybe it’s very far. I could barely make out what was at the end of the fall, although that had more to do with the darkness
She ignored the ringing phone, logged off the computer and admired the crisp autumn scene below the high sixteenth floor window. The park looked so pretty today with the falling russet leaves from the wispy trees. She cranked it wide open, the cold air hitting her immediately. Perching on the edge of the office building, she took one last look around before closing her eyes, letting go and crashing to the busy midday street beneath her.
Dangling her legs on the edge of the rock shelf, she lazily thought of her life. she has achieved what she wanted, had good friends and family, and yet there was always that blackness in her heart that just wouldn’t go away. If she just tried to fly out over the oceans, would that pain lessen?
Sometimes I feel like every bad situation in life pushes me straight towards the edge. I feel myself looking down the edge and seeing that long drop, it frightens me, and I realize how great it was away from that ledge. I will not let the bad times push me off the cliff, instead I will turn it around. I will push all the worries off the edge of no return, so that my heart can be smooth around the edges.
She’s a risk taker and a heart breaker. Standing on the edge of the roof tops, swinging in the wind and she’s right where she likes to be. Drenched in black she feels the silent chills against her skin; this is where excitement lives. She’s living on the edge. And she’ll never breathe again.
I’m on the edge the edge the edge the edge of glory and I’m holding on a moment with you I miss skating with my fronds and dancing to lady gaga. So many good times at the rink would trade any moment of it for anything so worth the years and hard work coming out with amazing friends like them :) not sure where I’d be without it I know my life wounded be the same at all. I wouldn’t be me. The amazing people o have met .. My family these are the people who matter the most to me.
The day has barely started. Today, we head off to the market. The yearly market. I feel tight, nervous. I don’t know why, but the prospect of being in such a busy place makes me feel strained.
Standing on the edge of the stage, I looked out in to the audience. It’s amazing how someone will truly show exactly what they think when they think no one is looking. When the bright lights of the stage shroud you from view, you feel above reproach. Well; I see you.
i live on edge sometimes.it’s crazy. don’t know what’ll happen next. don’t know the next test. life can be hard living on the edge of my seat. will i pass the test? will i ?
and there we were, at the top of a hill, looking into infinity and doubting ourselves human any longer. we had weeded through the darkness expecting some god or glowing being to greet us at the gates of death, but none came and we only had each other to look at. i was something odd.nothing like i had imagined. i had a long slender figure and no hair on my head. i was scaly and smooth.what am i? i looked over to Nata. She was not human either. a furry creature with long body. a weazle?
You offer only pretense, show, served up on a forgettable platter by unremarkably gloved hands and weak arms, and you call it ‘edgy’.
the edge of failure is all i can feel, like knives in my skin. it’s painful. and i don’t think i can recover this time. one too many cuts.
there’s a teetering
tottering
cliff where i like to
hang onto the earth
by the tips-of-my-toes.
every day i edge a little closer
to the air around me
and the water below.
I like emotions with edge
i feel like the edge of my bed is like a cliff
is that weird? haha
i push down
blood bubbles to the surface
harder, faster
i wait for the trickle
release.
it’s over
my mind once again clear
my skin forever branded with misery
your kiss makes me want to fall over the edge,
i want to fall for you, fall off the edge by your kiss,
but i hope you be at the bottom,
there to cradle my fall, catch my and make my heart
blossom, more than you could expect.
give me a kiss that will make me fall off the edge.
it’s the edge of reason. she knows she’ll fall right over but she can’t stop tiltling. she wants to fall. being in one place is too boring. she wants to know what’s over the edge. the ground is predictable. the ground is claustrophobic. the edge is freedom. she wants to explore and learn everything that she possibly can. how will she ever do that if she stays stagnant?
I love being on the edge of a cliff and look at the sea. It makes me feel so small and vulnerable. I love the smell when I am on that edge; the grass, the salty air and the earth. I love being on the edge of my paradise.
of glory
of my existence
can I all think of are cliches?
I had a boy told me I undervalued the power of cliches.
He was six years younger than me.
And I found his English accent attractive.
I’m a bit screwed up when it comes to boys.
Falling off the edge. Fighting. Slipping. Scared and lonely. No grasp. No fate. No hope. The edge of life.
I stood on the edge of the night, feeling the nightwind approaching me. lifting up my arms I welcomed it’s arrival. It was time again, for the festival of the moon.