Comments on: skyline

By: Beast

Beast — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 19:08:35 +0000

Just one thing the man looking in the world… skyline, so far and so slow.
You find it?

By: Holly

Holly — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 18:56:31 +0000

Skyline eyes – and when his eyelids drooped to the horizon they blocked the gleam of the sun; I couldn’t see it rise or set, couldn’t tell what time of day it was inside there, saw nothing but stagnant ocean water around the pupils.

By: cm23

cm23 — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 18:48:00 +0000

I breathe to see the skyline.
I wake up suddenly at 6h in the morning, and I find no escape other than a beautiful skyline made by the buildings

By: Marianne

Marianne — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 18:46:57 +0000

I line the skyline with shy wine.

By: Briana Bloom

Briana Bloom — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 18:44:04 +0000

The cigarette smokes wound up into the air, curling softly in light gray plumes until disappearing into nothing. A series of fiery orange and pink strokes spread across the sky behind the the dark silhouettes of buildings.

By: Theresa

Theresa — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 18:29:39 +0000

Everytime that I close my eyes, I catch a glimpse of my hometown skyline. I miss the crappy view. It’s not beautiful. That’s the last thing I would ever call Gilbert. But it is real. It’s home. I miss feeling like I can see see for miles and miles and miles. Here I can only see up to the hill.

By: Damaris

Damaris — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 17:53:03 +0000

Skyline is the boundary between the earth and sky. Don’t you see the horizon on the skyline?

By: Thirteen

Thirteen — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 17:52:26 +0000

The skyline is black with buildings, and orange with the sunset. It’s bleeding oil into the sky, and blood into the earth. The skyline is a marker of all that is wrong with us, now.
The skyline is humanity at its worst, nature at its most vulnerable. The skyline – the city skyline, now – is all that we’ve lost, and everything that we’ve forced into our lives that we don’t need. Bring back my empty skies; give me a blue worth living to see again.

By: heather

heather — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 17:30:13 +0000

Gold eyes leveled out as he crested the roof of the scraper. He looked over the skyline with a sense of calm, taking in the red sunrise pooling behind the trees and buildings.

By: Tai

Tai — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 17:26:38 +0000

I thought of a skyscraper. I never liked to stand on top of skyscrapers because I’ve always been afraid of falling off. It only takes one misplaced footstep, and it scares me just how powerful one mistake can be.