Honestly i dont know a thing about fences and i really just want to get my feelings out. People judge me for being different. People judge me for making mistakes. People judge me for trying to be good and do good. I just want to fit in and i do, dont get me wrong. I am a cheerleader and i have a boyfriend and whatever, my life should be perfect but its not. Its like all those people you see out there who seem like they have the perfect life, are the ones who suffer the most. They are the ones who dont fit in the most. So in a way, my life is like a big white fence and on one side is acceptance and on the other is where i am. Unaccepted and alone.
My best neighbor used to always say that good fences made great neighbors. The same could be said for families. When you have good strong boundaries between where you end and your loved ones begin, you can begin to see who they really are, inside. You begin to understand that their wants are different from your wants, and their needs are different from yours. This can be a brand new way of seeing each other, and keep the relationship strong.
Esther walked along, tracing her fingers on the edge of the fence. When Brian stepped out, he noticed her and smiled. His little girl would always be the most precious creature in the world to him. Nothing would separate them, even the horrors that they had faced recently.
White fence was lined around her house. Jake took a deep breath. That was typical of Dottie, to have something so annoyingly perky around the place that she felt safe. Building up his nerve, Jake put his hand on the gate latch and slipped inside the boundaries of the fence. He felt a protective field bounce back at him, unnerving him as forcefields always did. Looking once more at the fence, Jake made his way to the steps and knocked on the door.
There was an old fence on the edge of her property, it sat old and damaged; but it had never seemed like it needed to be fixed. There was nothing, and no one around to see it anyway; so why waste the effort when she could use the same time to better herself, instead of the world around her.
the picket fence I won’t have- it sits around the yard I won’t live in because I’ve exchanged them both for an apartment in manhattan the size of a closet. And the picket fence won’t be lonely- someone else will pick it up and we will be fine.
fences were between us, we thought it was a wall, but we could cross it with a little jump, it was a fence, but we never got close, for us, the fence was a wall…
I try to cross over the hallway to a group of chatting girls, but one of them glares at me with a gaze so icy and uncaring that I flinch, freeze, and turn, walking away. There is another group, talking even louder. I try to get close, but they freeze me with their eyes and send me on my way.
Their gazes were like fences, reminding me where I stood and where they stood.
i like to jump fences
they keep the other side out
but i know that i can jump them when i need to when ever i want
when i need to go
I’ll be on your side of the fence soon
and hopefully you’ll see me coming
from over the fence .
you are waiting
i am here
the fence will be gone soon
disappear.
fences keep people out, they are barriers and prevent us from loving one another. they are the reason we have become so inhumane and cold; we are not what we used to be because of the fences we inadvertently build to keep each other out of our lives. Hence, we are not progressing by becoming individuals, rather we are blissfully, yet ignorantly, moving backwards, away from each other. :(
She put up her defenses
ready to hold up her wall until she falls apart
then she saw the sun and her defenses fell
it shined bright and lit up her soul
now she’s defenseless
no longer hidden behind her fences
Seperation, and the grass is always greener on the other side of that fence. The neighbors water their grass while our water is shut off. We have no hot water either, except of course in the summer which is when we mostly use rainwater for drinking purposes and stream water for bathing.
this is a gate keeps people apart rip this apart and you find that we get along after all its a fences around us that create this feeling that we shouldnt be. em lets se its a bitch to climb
Wooden fences are fun to jump over and hide behind to scare someone. I love my wooden fences. <3 Oh no I ran into a fence. Haha, My friends are stupid.
these fences holding me in are death
these freedoms letting me go are meth
O.D. way of life
you know how u be
you see all your strife
and wonder how they will be
Every home had one, 10ft was the average and the houses sporting only 8ft fences looked bizarrely vulnerable. It did not inspire confidence in the safety of the area.
The fences below her spread out like so many reminders of the failings in her past: the jobs, the men, the fractured family, shattered hopes, forgotten dreams, misplaced keys, bad hair days, injured pets, lost opportunities.
When he tore down the fence the place looked naked, exposed. I couldn’t get used to it and I begged him to put it back up and even then it din’t feel safe until the honeysuckle had wrapped it round with vines that kept out the neighbors.
The fences of my imagination are non-existent. I do as I please with my imagination and I let my creativity run wild and free. there are no fences when it comes to writing and drawing, nothing that can detain me from creating original masterpieces of literature or art. i am glad I haven’t place any restrictions as to my abilities and skills. and i hope it should forever remain like this.
give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above…don’t fence me in. i love that song. it speaks to the long line of land unbroken by the humanity. sounds good to me.
painted a shade of dulling off-white
the slats that lead up
into stencil-cut pricks
pose an insignificant threat
to the possibilities of glimpses
and touches
and conversations
not held back by rusting chains.
my collar could just as easily be made of wind.
the stake that grounds me
an annoying plastic
dyed blue with scorn
can be melted only
by the embers of my own constraints.
i’ll blame the fence
because i’m starting to hate you.
Fences, stupid things that keep us inside. We get told it’s for our safety. What’s safe about not being able to get out? I’d rather get injured and see the world then be stuck inside where it’s ‘safe’.
I was trapped, not just physically but also emotionally. The stupid fences were tall, too tall, at least 40 feet high. Why? I had no idea but my mind was else where. It was debating between burning the wood down or staying in the safe zone where I couldn’t hurt anyone. I couldn’t undo the past but I could stop it from happening again.
We used to walk along the fences that held us inside the playground in kindergarten. We looked for four leaf clovers, and you always found them. I remember becoming jealous of all the clovers you found. I was jealous of how lucky you were. And those clovers lasted forever.
There are fences where there should be walls, fragile things with holes where there should be iron locks.
Thin wires separate there and here, you and me, and I can see you clearly. I can see, but not touch, not feel in the slightest. There is nothing. There is a fence, and there is you, and there is me.
I see through jagged gaps and realize fences work just as well as walls. Just as well, albeit in a crueler manner.
We used to walk along the fences that held us into the playground in kindergarten. We looked for four leaf clovers, and you always found them. I remember becoming jealous of all the clovers you found. I was jealous of how lucky you were.
If you put a fence up, you’ll be keeping yourself in, he told me. Not me out.
I don’t want to keep you out, I said.
I want to keep you away – that’s not the same.
I wanna get away from you, maybe delay you a while until I figure out what I’m going to say when the time comes right.
When things are ready to move forward, y’know, like horses pulling a sled that was frozen solid into the snow, but has finally snapped free.
I don’t think he believed me, but it’s okay; I put up the fence to keep myself in – I like it better that way.
when she was little, she dreamed of growing up and marrying and getting one of those american houses with those white picket fences out front. she kept this dream to herself through her grade school years, and even as her friends got more exotic, even as her ambitions and her skills grew in capacity, she held onto the same dream.
and one day, she walked by a house and stared at the fence.
with a blink and a shake of her head, she walked off with a sigh. damn, she’d had dumb dreams.
they are tall and short some are white and brown, most are or should be made out of wood, but some are made out of plastic, they keep people out and kids and dogs in. they represent privacy and space. they can be beautiful or worn they can be metal and grand they are yours.
Fences separate us. They divide. They mark the territory or signal a new frontier. Fences are what confine our spirits and limit our possibilities. So here’s to jumping fences. Here’s to telling them they shall not last. Here’s to the cuts, bruises, and hurts that may come in trying to overcome them, and here’s to us–people always brave enough to know we have to jump fences to keep our dreams alive.
they block us out
separate us
we build them
in our yards
in our hearts
in our minds
in our souls.
we do not want things to touch
nothing can be associated with anything
white picket fences, they look nice
they still separate
chain link look poor and sad
still they separate.
White picket fences are often a part of a magical dream. Fences, really, are things that can hold us back. Although white picket fences are rustic and romantic, they symbolize a barrier between our old lives and our new ones.
Honestly i dont know a thing about fences and i really just want to get my feelings out. People judge me for being different. People judge me for making mistakes. People judge me for trying to be good and do good. I just want to fit in and i do, dont get me wrong. I am a cheerleader and i have a boyfriend and whatever, my life should be perfect but its not. Its like all those people you see out there who seem like they have the perfect life, are the ones who suffer the most. They are the ones who dont fit in the most. So in a way, my life is like a big white fence and on one side is acceptance and on the other is where i am. Unaccepted and alone.
My best neighbor used to always say that good fences made great neighbors. The same could be said for families. When you have good strong boundaries between where you end and your loved ones begin, you can begin to see who they really are, inside. You begin to understand that their wants are different from your wants, and their needs are different from yours. This can be a brand new way of seeing each other, and keep the relationship strong.
Esther walked along, tracing her fingers on the edge of the fence. When Brian stepped out, he noticed her and smiled. His little girl would always be the most precious creature in the world to him. Nothing would separate them, even the horrors that they had faced recently.
White fence was lined around her house. Jake took a deep breath. That was typical of Dottie, to have something so annoyingly perky around the place that she felt safe. Building up his nerve, Jake put his hand on the gate latch and slipped inside the boundaries of the fence. He felt a protective field bounce back at him, unnerving him as forcefields always did. Looking once more at the fence, Jake made his way to the steps and knocked on the door.
There was an old fence on the edge of her property, it sat old and damaged; but it had never seemed like it needed to be fixed. There was nothing, and no one around to see it anyway; so why waste the effort when she could use the same time to better herself, instead of the world around her.
purpose.
smile and wave.
what do they say? you can hear it, though you try to keep them out.
the picket fence I won’t have- it sits around the yard I won’t live in because I’ve exchanged them both for an apartment in manhattan the size of a closet. And the picket fence won’t be lonely- someone else will pick it up and we will be fine.
fences were between us, we thought it was a wall, but we could cross it with a little jump, it was a fence, but we never got close, for us, the fence was a wall…
i have built pick-it fences
to surround and defend
an ego
helpless
heedless
heartless
without a head,
no defense can
be left unenduring;
could not advance
or focus forward
I try to cross over the hallway to a group of chatting girls, but one of them glares at me with a gaze so icy and uncaring that I flinch, freeze, and turn, walking away. There is another group, talking even louder. I try to get close, but they freeze me with their eyes and send me on my way.
Their gazes were like fences, reminding me where I stood and where they stood.
Pieces of wood you can put around your yard for decoration or to keep a pet from running away, etc.
i like to jump fences
they keep the other side out
but i know that i can jump them when i need to when ever i want
when i need to go
I’ll be on your side of the fence soon
and hopefully you’ll see me coming
from over the fence .
you are waiting
i am here
the fence will be gone soon
disappear.
fences keep people out, they are barriers and prevent us from loving one another. they are the reason we have become so inhumane and cold; we are not what we used to be because of the fences we inadvertently build to keep each other out of our lives. Hence, we are not progressing by becoming individuals, rather we are blissfully, yet ignorantly, moving backwards, away from each other. :(
She put up her defenses
ready to hold up her wall until she falls apart
then she saw the sun and her defenses fell
it shined bright and lit up her soul
now she’s defenseless
no longer hidden behind her fences
Seperation, and the grass is always greener on the other side of that fence. The neighbors water their grass while our water is shut off. We have no hot water either, except of course in the summer which is when we mostly use rainwater for drinking purposes and stream water for bathing.
this is a gate keeps people apart rip this apart and you find that we get along after all its a fences around us that create this feeling that we shouldnt be. em lets se its a bitch to climb
white fence. picket fence. rusty fence. paramore song. fencing. defence. protection. security.
Wooden fences are fun to jump over and hide behind to scare someone. I love my wooden fences. <3 Oh no I ran into a fence. Haha, My friends are stupid.
these fences holding me in are death
these freedoms letting me go are meth
O.D. way of life
you know how u be
you see all your strife
and wonder how they will be
He fences with fences without good defenses.
We build fences
We make defenses
We cower
To cover
Our tender
Emotions
Never realizing
That we separate
When we segregate
Our feelings.
Every home had one, 10ft was the average and the houses sporting only 8ft fences looked bizarrely vulnerable. It did not inspire confidence in the safety of the area.
The fences below her spread out like so many reminders of the failings in her past: the jobs, the men, the fractured family, shattered hopes, forgotten dreams, misplaced keys, bad hair days, injured pets, lost opportunities.
When he tore down the fence the place looked naked, exposed. I couldn’t get used to it and I begged him to put it back up and even then it din’t feel safe until the honeysuckle had wrapped it round with vines that kept out the neighbors.
The fences of my imagination are non-existent. I do as I please with my imagination and I let my creativity run wild and free. there are no fences when it comes to writing and drawing, nothing that can detain me from creating original masterpieces of literature or art. i am glad I haven’t place any restrictions as to my abilities and skills. and i hope it should forever remain like this.
give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above…don’t fence me in. i love that song. it speaks to the long line of land unbroken by the humanity. sounds good to me.
Meant to keep something out, or maybe something in. The only scary thing about them is figuring out which side you were on.
painted a shade of dulling off-white
the slats that lead up
into stencil-cut pricks
pose an insignificant threat
to the possibilities of glimpses
and touches
and conversations
not held back by rusting chains.
my collar could just as easily be made of wind.
the stake that grounds me
an annoying plastic
dyed blue with scorn
can be melted only
by the embers of my own constraints.
i’ll blame the fence
because i’m starting to hate you.
Fences, stupid things that keep us inside. We get told it’s for our safety. What’s safe about not being able to get out? I’d rather get injured and see the world then be stuck inside where it’s ‘safe’.
I was trapped, not just physically but also emotionally. The stupid fences were tall, too tall, at least 40 feet high. Why? I had no idea but my mind was else where. It was debating between burning the wood down or staying in the safe zone where I couldn’t hurt anyone. I couldn’t undo the past but I could stop it from happening again.
We used to walk along the fences that held us inside the playground in kindergarten. We looked for four leaf clovers, and you always found them. I remember becoming jealous of all the clovers you found. I was jealous of how lucky you were. And those clovers lasted forever.
There are fences where there should be walls, fragile things with holes where there should be iron locks.
Thin wires separate there and here, you and me, and I can see you clearly. I can see, but not touch, not feel in the slightest. There is nothing. There is a fence, and there is you, and there is me.
I see through jagged gaps and realize fences work just as well as walls. Just as well, albeit in a crueler manner.
We used to walk along the fences that held us into the playground in kindergarten. We looked for four leaf clovers, and you always found them. I remember becoming jealous of all the clovers you found. I was jealous of how lucky you were.
If you put a fence up, you’ll be keeping yourself in, he told me. Not me out.
I don’t want to keep you out, I said.
I want to keep you away – that’s not the same.
I wanna get away from you, maybe delay you a while until I figure out what I’m going to say when the time comes right.
When things are ready to move forward, y’know, like horses pulling a sled that was frozen solid into the snow, but has finally snapped free.
I don’t think he believed me, but it’s okay; I put up the fence to keep myself in – I like it better that way.
when she was little, she dreamed of growing up and marrying and getting one of those american houses with those white picket fences out front. she kept this dream to herself through her grade school years, and even as her friends got more exotic, even as her ambitions and her skills grew in capacity, she held onto the same dream.
and one day, she walked by a house and stared at the fence.
with a blink and a shake of her head, she walked off with a sigh. damn, she’d had dumb dreams.
they are tall and short some are white and brown, most are or should be made out of wood, but some are made out of plastic, they keep people out and kids and dogs in. they represent privacy and space. they can be beautiful or worn they can be metal and grand they are yours.
Reminds me of a song.
Something that seperates nieghbors and isolates.
Fences separate us. They divide. They mark the territory or signal a new frontier. Fences are what confine our spirits and limit our possibilities. So here’s to jumping fences. Here’s to telling them they shall not last. Here’s to the cuts, bruises, and hurts that may come in trying to overcome them, and here’s to us–people always brave enough to know we have to jump fences to keep our dreams alive.
they block us out
separate us
we build them
in our yards
in our hearts
in our minds
in our souls.
we do not want things to touch
nothing can be associated with anything
white picket fences, they look nice
they still separate
chain link look poor and sad
still they separate.
White picket fences are often a part of a magical dream. Fences, really, are things that can hold us back. Although white picket fences are rustic and romantic, they symbolize a barrier between our old lives and our new ones.