see the blue skyline? through the skylights, above the skyscrapers, and beyond your imagination lies that glorious blue skyline. the end of the beginning and the beginning of forever.
The city skyline rising up in the horizon was a collage of varying shapes and sizes. The lights from the buildings rose up into the oncoming twilight. If you squinted the lights twinkled in and out like lightning bugs. It was a slight made you forget about the busy streets and made you reevaluate the beauty of a city bursting with so much life.
Amid all the emptiness of existence the chaos of beauty appears like the grandeur of the Chicago skyline hiding in the death of a barren desert. Go there and whisper to the Wind Maker your soul’s suppressed desires and feel the surge and glory of what was once empty rush into the dance of your reality.
She gazed out at the skyline, wondering what it would be like to just leave. Just leave with nothing. Leave it all behind…her clothes, books, car, everything. She wondered what the thrill of just jumping into a cab out on 36th St. and just going until her money runs out would do to her. Quench her thirst for discovery or lead to a road of worry. Her fingers danced lightly along the concrete wall as she gave into the thoughts of foreign travels and fresh faces, disconnected from anything ever know to her.
I love cities. I’ve never actually lived in one, and I’ve only been to a real city twice, but I find something comforting about looking over the glowing skylines.
Drifting off to the horizon,
That seemed so close,
Even though everyone swore it could never be caught in by fingers,
Rather only be admired from afar,
For to reach it, would require the distance of stars,
And I could never believe,
It only made sense to me,
To reach and reach, from the clouds to the stream.
Looking down at the skyline of Chicago through a sheet of glass, I knew I couldn’t let the fear keep me frozen. I have to man-up and show my love that I can do this. Then I stepped out and reluctantly found the invisible floor beneath my feet …and it didn’t collapse *phew!*
I want life to change. Nothing changes around here. Nothing happens to be proud of. The most excitement that’s ever happened is a missing child or two, who played the piano and loved watching the news, but she was found dead and the town was silent ever since. Papers filed against her parents, about the girl.
The view was astounding. She had never seen violet buildings against a silver sky. The tallest building erupted into a point with a large ball at the top. Next door was a building with stair-stepped levels reaching out on all sides.
The wind whistled around her, its bite sharp on her flesh. She cast her eyes towards the canopy of bright star light, one light seemed brighter than all the rest. It was travelling across the skyline coming closer by the minute.
Oh my god, she whispered. Is that what I think it is?
A dream contained the skyline, looking through my back window, we could see it. The reality was twisted, though, because the back window is in the bathroom, and why would we be on the couch in the bathroom, looking at the skyline.
the skyline was beautifully set. It wasthe time of day when the sun was setting just below the skyline and the sky was ablaze with the most passionate reds and fierce oranges immaginable. I gazed in wonder as the sun dipped still lower, shading the sky with all the hues of the rainbow. As my dilapdated jeep trundled along the countryside, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes on the road. I smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. Who knew a country skyline could make a city girl cry?
“Shhh…” he said. “Just look.” I turned from the dark room, and blinked past blinding white light of the window.
“The skyline.” It was so distant, so beautiful, so out of reach. I was mesmerized.
we were perched on what felt like such a thin sheet of glass, high above most of the Chicago skyline. I didn’t think I’d be able to do it but in the end wound up not being able to step away from it. we laughed like little kids…
You were my skyline
The great beyond
I admired you from afar
Wondering what it would be like to explore
That far-off
Beautiful place
Wondering what wonders
It would hold for me.
I wanted to explore you
I would’ve gone to the ends of the earth
For you
But even skylines fade in the sunset.
Above the trees I see a flock of starlings sweep and soar, the hastening clouds race crows across the darkening sky and I realise that I am lying down in a warm cowpat, staring at a heifer with a really bad attitude filling the skyline with fear. Who’d be a farmer?
The skyline sat behind our heads and the clouds clustered around the tailcoats of the sun as we sat on the beach. It was very Bergman-esque, sitting here and playing chess in the sand. My opponent had even worn the cloak as an homage.
We held our breath. Waves licked the shores. I moved my knight.
“Checkmate.”
“Oh, you bitch,” Ely snapped in his lisp-aided lilt.
The dusk painted skyline and the birds drawing in for the night were Marie’s only witness to her violent act. Never the less consumed with rage, she was still careful in this respect, and glad no human eyes observed her.
Grinning she picked up the shovel once more and brought it smashing down upon the already bloodied mess that was once her lover.
“Lover, huh” she grunted. “Just like all the others there was only one thing you wanted and you were quite happy to lie and tell me you loved me to get it. Well get this!”
What is this city?
It’s nothing but our own perception
Our own version of reality
We’re all living in the same city
But seeing different skylines
I have been absorbed in my own skyline
Over exaggerated
Dramatic
Pathetic
It was all I could see; I thought it was the truth
I was wrong
You see a very opposite skyline
Calmer
Nicer
Simpler
I’m embarrassed by my emotions
I want to take it back and be better
I want to be better for you
But that’s my problem
How dare I change myself for you
How dare I put my life on hold for you
How dare I base my self worth on you
How dare I
I am better than this
I am stronger than this
And I refuse to waste anymore time doing this
Now I have seen your skyline and mine has been broken
Only maps really know what our city looks like
You and I will never know the truth
But for the first time, I’m okay with that
Looming, long and tall
Above streets, the trees, the fog
Not too different, no, not too different in silhouette, a shadow, perhaps a…
Cloud.
Easily my gaze examines the skyline with a curious sense of wonder.
A word I often forget to think about. Is the skyline the line of buildings in my city that grace the sunset? Or is it the line of clouds in the sky that fill my soul? Maybe it’s that point where our mind can just barely reach beyond our world to what is beyond?
I watch the skyline of my life. Inside me buildings and trees wave in the horizon, reaching for the clouds. Someday I will build an airplane and take flight from these barren pastures. Soon enough I’ll fly into my skyline, my wake glowing white behind me.
the skyline was bleak, the sky behind the tall, imposing buildings was bright bright blindingly bright blue. she sighed into her teacup, staring into its murky depths. empty morning, she remembered him whispering. but that wasn’t true, not yet. the sun had to rise above the rooftops and spread like wildfire. then it would be empty.
The skyline was beautiful with a scenic touch. It spread across vast wastelands, with its flamboyant aura that cast its shadow over the inhabitants who gazed at it in delight.
skyline. from here we can only see the outline. it’s pretty dark. and the details are uncertain. maybe what we think we see is actually just an illusion, a trick our eyes are playing on us. what’s beyond? no one knows. for know. if you dare to venture forward, there’s a chance you might find out. what’s hidden behind that skyline? people laughing, loving, living? wrong. this is real life. there’s pain, hatred, bitterness and sorrow there. but in the blood-streaked sky of sunset, much pain is shown but also beauty.
I love the new York skyline…it is so beautiful. I also love seeing skylines of different cities and trying to figure out what city it is. Each city has it’s own unique skyline
I saw the skyline from the highway. New York City. I hadn’t been there in years. Not since Grade 8. It was the year before 9/11. I hated New York ever since; I was robbed. It was breaking dawn; we had been up all night and just came to see a bit of the city before heading back.
The skyline shined above the clouds. the air was light and sweet, and the sunshine cast bright hues of pink and orange as it set on the horizon. This may not have been heaven, but the serenity here was almost without equal.
I saw it: The skyscrapers. They stood there, like an authority. Like a God. A God that you consulted when you had sinned. To forgive you. As if the skyscrapers, enormous and beautiful, would offer such a God-forsaken feeling such as forgiveness. Forgiveness.
I imagined that the Skyscrapers would forgive you; I like to believe that because I didn’t recognize any other God. Remembering the Skyscrapers’ forgiveness, maybe you could live on, die and go to heaven.
Framed by mountains, hills, and the sandstone plateaus of my state, my view has always been one of immense natural beauty. I can gaze for hours and only see the good Earth.
I tried to trace the lines in the sky
The lines on your face
That look in your eye.
You said that both of us could fly
If I just let go – didn’t ask why.
see the blue skyline? through the skylights, above the skyscrapers, and beyond your imagination lies that glorious blue skyline. the end of the beginning and the beginning of forever.
The city skyline rising up in the horizon was a collage of varying shapes and sizes. The lights from the buildings rose up into the oncoming twilight. If you squinted the lights twinkled in and out like lightning bugs. It was a slight made you forget about the busy streets and made you reevaluate the beauty of a city bursting with so much life.
Amid all the emptiness of existence the chaos of beauty appears like the grandeur of the Chicago skyline hiding in the death of a barren desert. Go there and whisper to the Wind Maker your soul’s suppressed desires and feel the surge and glory of what was once empty rush into the dance of your reality.
She gazed out at the skyline, wondering what it would be like to just leave. Just leave with nothing. Leave it all behind…her clothes, books, car, everything. She wondered what the thrill of just jumping into a cab out on 36th St. and just going until her money runs out would do to her. Quench her thirst for discovery or lead to a road of worry. Her fingers danced lightly along the concrete wall as she gave into the thoughts of foreign travels and fresh faces, disconnected from anything ever know to her.
I love cities. I’ve never actually lived in one, and I’ve only been to a real city twice, but I find something comforting about looking over the glowing skylines.
Drifting off to the horizon,
That seemed so close,
Even though everyone swore it could never be caught in by fingers,
Rather only be admired from afar,
For to reach it, would require the distance of stars,
And I could never believe,
It only made sense to me,
To reach and reach, from the clouds to the stream.
The dark haze of the fractured city horizon slithered into view. “It’s been too long, old friend”, he muttered half to himself. He was home.
Looking down at the skyline of Chicago through a sheet of glass, I knew I couldn’t let the fear keep me frozen. I have to man-up and show my love that I can do this. Then I stepped out and reluctantly found the invisible floor beneath my feet …and it didn’t collapse *phew!*
I want life to change. Nothing changes around here. Nothing happens to be proud of. The most excitement that’s ever happened is a missing child or two, who played the piano and loved watching the news, but she was found dead and the town was silent ever since. Papers filed against her parents, about the girl.
The view was astounding. She had never seen violet buildings against a silver sky. The tallest building erupted into a point with a large ball at the top. Next door was a building with stair-stepped levels reaching out on all sides.
The wind whistled around her, its bite sharp on her flesh. She cast her eyes towards the canopy of bright star light, one light seemed brighter than all the rest. It was travelling across the skyline coming closer by the minute.
Oh my god, she whispered. Is that what I think it is?
A dream contained the skyline, looking through my back window, we could see it. The reality was twisted, though, because the back window is in the bathroom, and why would we be on the couch in the bathroom, looking at the skyline.
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the skyline was beautifully set. It wasthe time of day when the sun was setting just below the skyline and the sky was ablaze with the most passionate reds and fierce oranges immaginable. I gazed in wonder as the sun dipped still lower, shading the sky with all the hues of the rainbow. As my dilapdated jeep trundled along the countryside, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes on the road. I smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. Who knew a country skyline could make a city girl cry?
“Shhh…” he said. “Just look.” I turned from the dark room, and blinked past blinding white light of the window.
“The skyline.” It was so distant, so beautiful, so out of reach. I was mesmerized.
we were perched on what felt like such a thin sheet of glass, high above most of the Chicago skyline. I didn’t think I’d be able to do it but in the end wound up not being able to step away from it. we laughed like little kids…
The city skyline in San Francisco looks like nothing I’d ever seen before.
falling petals shower my heart with love and gratitude
trippy. wait, are we talking about the car? oh douchey.
You were my skyline
The great beyond
I admired you from afar
Wondering what it would be like to explore
That far-off
Beautiful place
Wondering what wonders
It would hold for me.
I wanted to explore you
I would’ve gone to the ends of the earth
For you
But even skylines fade in the sunset.
Above the trees I see a flock of starlings sweep and soar, the hastening clouds race crows across the darkening sky and I realise that I am lying down in a warm cowpat, staring at a heifer with a really bad attitude filling the skyline with fear. Who’d be a farmer?
i went to the airport i i seen the skyline in the bright blue sky my friend sara likes the pretty blue sky
The skyline sat behind our heads and the clouds clustered around the tailcoats of the sun as we sat on the beach. It was very Bergman-esque, sitting here and playing chess in the sand. My opponent had even worn the cloak as an homage.
We held our breath. Waves licked the shores. I moved my knight.
“Checkmate.”
“Oh, you bitch,” Ely snapped in his lisp-aided lilt.
The dusk painted skyline and the birds drawing in for the night were Marie’s only witness to her violent act. Never the less consumed with rage, she was still careful in this respect, and glad no human eyes observed her.
Grinning she picked up the shovel once more and brought it smashing down upon the already bloodied mess that was once her lover.
“Lover, huh” she grunted. “Just like all the others there was only one thing you wanted and you were quite happy to lie and tell me you loved me to get it. Well get this!”
SMACK!
She brought the shovel down over and over again…
What is this city?
It’s nothing but our own perception
Our own version of reality
We’re all living in the same city
But seeing different skylines
I have been absorbed in my own skyline
Over exaggerated
Dramatic
Pathetic
It was all I could see; I thought it was the truth
I was wrong
You see a very opposite skyline
Calmer
Nicer
Simpler
I’m embarrassed by my emotions
I want to take it back and be better
I want to be better for you
But that’s my problem
How dare I change myself for you
How dare I put my life on hold for you
How dare I base my self worth on you
How dare I
I am better than this
I am stronger than this
And I refuse to waste anymore time doing this
Now I have seen your skyline and mine has been broken
Only maps really know what our city looks like
You and I will never know the truth
But for the first time, I’m okay with that
Looming, long and tall
Above streets, the trees, the fog
Not too different, no, not too different in silhouette, a shadow, perhaps a…
Cloud.
Easily my gaze examines the skyline with a curious sense of wonder.
A word I often forget to think about. Is the skyline the line of buildings in my city that grace the sunset? Or is it the line of clouds in the sky that fill my soul? Maybe it’s that point where our mind can just barely reach beyond our world to what is beyond?
I watch the skyline of my life. Inside me buildings and trees wave in the horizon, reaching for the clouds. Someday I will build an airplane and take flight from these barren pastures. Soon enough I’ll fly into my skyline, my wake glowing white behind me.
the skyline was bleak, the sky behind the tall, imposing buildings was bright bright blindingly bright blue. she sighed into her teacup, staring into its murky depths. empty morning, she remembered him whispering. but that wasn’t true, not yet. the sun had to rise above the rooftops and spread like wildfire. then it would be empty.
The skyline was beautiful with a scenic touch. It spread across vast wastelands, with its flamboyant aura that cast its shadow over the inhabitants who gazed at it in delight.
skyline. from here we can only see the outline. it’s pretty dark. and the details are uncertain. maybe what we think we see is actually just an illusion, a trick our eyes are playing on us. what’s beyond? no one knows. for know. if you dare to venture forward, there’s a chance you might find out. what’s hidden behind that skyline? people laughing, loving, living? wrong. this is real life. there’s pain, hatred, bitterness and sorrow there. but in the blood-streaked sky of sunset, much pain is shown but also beauty.
I love the new York skyline…it is so beautiful. I also love seeing skylines of different cities and trying to figure out what city it is. Each city has it’s own unique skyline
I saw the skyline from the highway. New York City. I hadn’t been there in years. Not since Grade 8. It was the year before 9/11. I hated New York ever since; I was robbed. It was breaking dawn; we had been up all night and just came to see a bit of the city before heading back.
The skyline shined above the clouds. the air was light and sweet, and the sunshine cast bright hues of pink and orange as it set on the horizon. This may not have been heaven, but the serenity here was almost without equal.
standing on the side of the river, looking over at the city. watching the skyline dip and dive from tower to tower. beautiful city
I saw it: The skyscrapers. They stood there, like an authority. Like a God. A God that you consulted when you had sinned. To forgive you. As if the skyscrapers, enormous and beautiful, would offer such a God-forsaken feeling such as forgiveness. Forgiveness.
I imagined that the Skyscrapers would forgive you; I like to believe that because I didn’t recognize any other God. Remembering the Skyscrapers’ forgiveness, maybe you could live on, die and go to heaven.
I’m looking out
Right out at the skyline
And I’m wondering
Wondering if you are doing the same
I’m wishing on a star
Hoping you are too
I’m praying for you
Just wanting to know…
where you are.
Framed by mountains, hills, and the sandstone plateaus of my state, my view has always been one of immense natural beauty. I can gaze for hours and only see the good Earth.
I tried to trace the lines in the sky
The lines on your face
That look in your eye.
You said that both of us could fly
If I just let go – didn’t ask why.
The skyline had been shimmering like the scales of a fish in a rapid river. What was this unusual glow?
Lyre stepped forward, unsure of herself and what could possibly occur if she stepped into these aurora borealis like waves of colour.
What was happening?