it was so high up in the air. i saw the world off that small balcony. i didn’t want to get off of it. i liked watching all of the people pass, and see how oblivious they were to me watching them. it was so serene just to watch and not have to worry about making them uncomfortable. i liked sitting up there, until they had to take me away.
Erica
a place to sit so that way i can smoke or read or look at the plants grow. its relaxing and is easy for me to get away from the damn dogs. I also like to talk on the phone and vent when i sit outside with others. Its warm during the summer and cold during the winter, but the over hang helps it stay dry during the rain or snow. I love my balcony.
Foxfyre
it was so high up in the air. i saw the world off that small balcony. i didn’t want to get off of it. i liked watching all of the people pass, and see how oblivious they were to me watching them. it was so serene just to watch and not have to worry about making them uncomfortable. i liked sitting up there, until they had to take me away.
Erica
A balcony provides a high place. A place of quiet and peace. A place to get away from it all. That’s a happy place. Alone. Away from your thoughts, all your thoughts. Go to a balcony and be happy. No jobs, no pregnancies, no stupid friends.
Kat
I sit atop the balcony, legs dangling over the edge, cool night air chilling my skin. He’s all I think about as I get shakily to my feet, feel a burst of wind threaten to topple me over as it ruffles my hair and makes my skirt dance around my knees.
I look out at the courtyard, fountain bubbling quietly, look down at my arms, lined in scars and burn marks.
I’ve never been good enough.
I close my eyes and lean forward, shuffling off the edge, spreading my arms for one second of flight.
One second of freedom before I’m cast into eternal darkness.
Kurekitsune
She looked at the park from above, wondering about the time of day and cursing the shadows that trailed from the rails of the balcony. A bird twittered somewhere and cars honked from the street below. But most of all, Juliet just wanted to be free.
gabrielle Bennett
The opera was transcendant something to behold. I have no idea what was actually said just how it was said. I understood everything on a subconscieous level
Eric Vaughan
the girl falling swiftly onto the midnight pavemnet, dress above her flailing knees; the railings were rusted.
Laura Browne
up above looking down. There you are. I see you and you see me. How did you get up there. Can I join you. Well I wonder how many people have passed by here today and thought that.
Steve T
summer days sitting out on top of our balcony. we bring out all the confyiest blankets. frank is on the otherside of the railing, thank goodness he’s alive, right zoe? i smoke from apples, discreetly of course.
Maddie Jones
I love my other house balcony, i have my own but its not as great , my next door house is greater it has a little opening and i love sitting on a little like seat thing there. Its so nice to see people walk by and just stare . Stare at the clouds stare at the trees stare at the cars everything so beautiful .
Louisa
I stand on the balcony and I think of him. The sky is turning to midnight blue as the wind picks up and makes my night gown flow in the breeze. I can’t think of anything but the cold and his face. Both glorious thoughts
Megan
romeo and juliet pierce the veil
Megan Sgheiza
I am standing on the balcony
I look up at the marshmallow clouds
down at the sheet-cake ground
and the world is my oyster
because I know
that in a few seconds
I will be free
I balance on the railing
slowly tilting forward
and fall
Thirty stories of joy
Surfer
high and very dangerous sometimes. my grandma puts flowers on our balcony. very open and big. sometimes its ont he first floor. most of the time my parents smoke on the balcony, so does my grandma.
luckylera
She fell from the balcony with such startling grace that I knew she’d seen God, knew she was going to meet Him.
Hayden
She looked down from the balcony, dizzyingly high.
Took a breath.
One, two.
In, out.
She breathed.
She blinked.
She tensed.
She jumped.
Then — nothing.
Anna
He stood with soaking hair and a tell tale grin, on a balcony overlapped with five year old ivy. He wasn’t a particularly charming man, but he had the soul of someone not easily forgotten.
Sarah
place where u r closer to the sky
dana
this one time, I was chilling on the balcony. I had a delicious scotch on the rocks, and a cigar. I was texting my buddies on the phone, setting up a party, and enjoying the view. Eventually, they all came over, and we got drunk and crazy. We played rock band until we passed out.
noodles
Romeo stood looking at the balcony. shes not there. he thought
He took out a copy of the script. she should be here. its the balcony scene! she can’t be missing!
but she was…
dragonlock-1
I sat on the balcony overlooking the lake. The moon shone on the water like a strobe light. A ship passed with all the lights on and it was beautiful. I leaned over and kissed him… It was perfect.
Kassie Wilson
The balcony is awesome. From here I can view the ocean, or the mountains. Or whatever scenic vista being offered. You can always smoke on the balcony. It is a good place for relaxation and reflection.
Mike
I wish I had a balcony of my own. In my own place. I would have plants and flowers, maybe even plant a tomato plant or something. In the end it would be my balcony, where I could soak up somes rays, read a book, have a beer and just relax.
Suzanne
He was standing on the edge of his rear balcony. Cigarettes were his only companion on autumn nights like these. He could see for miles over the rolling hills that
Scott
sunsets with you sipping rred wine and contemplating the awesomeness of it all
bronwen
I stood on the balcony and watched as a thunderstorm rolled in over the forest. Dusk colored the sky with reds and oranges, and the flashes of lightening against the dark above the trees was mesmerizing.
Amanda
As she looked down at me from her balcony her eyes filled with something other than love; contempt shone through. How dare I love her more than she loved me, how dare I care so much that I would take this risk? And then she smiled, but it was already too late.
Andrew Meare
edge out,
i balance tenatively,
mountains and glaciers form before me,
the world is scupted for this,
some every lasting hand pointing out cracks and crevasses.
the fear, overwhelming,
there is no fence,
no safety guard.
compareable to the safe window’s view,
only by imcomparability.
but this way i’m not
bound by glass
just by air
ele
I sat upon the balcony in the steamy southern summer sunshine. Viewing gnarly trees seemingly growing out of nowhere. Memories.
moonius
my mom had a balcony in her henrietta apartment and it was kind of grimy but i really liked that old apartment, even though it was in kind of a scummy area. it wasn’t really safe but i always liked playing my video games there or driving there on winter nights with my mp3 player.
melanie
the balcony rested in the groggy summer heat. planters held humidity-soaked azaleas and had sweating summer beers resting on their edges. a cat walked precociously on the barrier gate. we sat and watched the showers roll in.
kevin
up on the balcony she stared out at the majestic terror that was the Great War. Caught up in the muss and fuss of land, resources, and power she couldn’t imagine a more fitting end to an unwarranted and untimely ascension to a throne she never wanted.
Clare
ROMEO ROMEO WHERE FOR ART THOUGH HELLO ? HELLO WHERE THE FEK ARE U ROMEO?
MIKE
Romeo and Juliet cry for each other and the mockingbirds and nightingales sing their song while they stand by.
Andrew
Delicate filigree edges my view. Outside the sun reflects off the leaves of a tree,
Rachel McMillen
Place to jump from
r0flc0pter!
There’s a balcony at the top of the stairs. I go on it sometimes to get some fresh air and clear my thoughts. When I’m up there, I can see the entire cityscape, lit-up windows like glimmering stars in the sky. It’s like the entire city is there just for my viewing enjoyment.
Claire
on the balcony she sat watching the street below, with its boisterous revelers and thier drunken laughter. She moved into town to be a part of it all not to sit by and watch. But night after night she sits on her balcony and watches the world go by.
megen
In 15 years, I see myself sitting naked on a balcony with my significant other, enjoying the cool breeze on a warm spring day, snacking on toast with sun-dried tomatoes and basil.
it was so high up in the air. i saw the world off that small balcony. i didn’t want to get off of it. i liked watching all of the people pass, and see how oblivious they were to me watching them. it was so serene just to watch and not have to worry about making them uncomfortable. i liked sitting up there, until they had to take me away.
a place to sit so that way i can smoke or read or look at the plants grow. its relaxing and is easy for me to get away from the damn dogs. I also like to talk on the phone and vent when i sit outside with others. Its warm during the summer and cold during the winter, but the over hang helps it stay dry during the rain or snow. I love my balcony.
it was so high up in the air. i saw the world off that small balcony. i didn’t want to get off of it. i liked watching all of the people pass, and see how oblivious they were to me watching them. it was so serene just to watch and not have to worry about making them uncomfortable. i liked sitting up there, until they had to take me away.
A balcony provides a high place. A place of quiet and peace. A place to get away from it all. That’s a happy place. Alone. Away from your thoughts, all your thoughts. Go to a balcony and be happy. No jobs, no pregnancies, no stupid friends.
I sit atop the balcony, legs dangling over the edge, cool night air chilling my skin. He’s all I think about as I get shakily to my feet, feel a burst of wind threaten to topple me over as it ruffles my hair and makes my skirt dance around my knees.
I look out at the courtyard, fountain bubbling quietly, look down at my arms, lined in scars and burn marks.
I’ve never been good enough.
I close my eyes and lean forward, shuffling off the edge, spreading my arms for one second of flight.
One second of freedom before I’m cast into eternal darkness.
She looked at the park from above, wondering about the time of day and cursing the shadows that trailed from the rails of the balcony. A bird twittered somewhere and cars honked from the street below. But most of all, Juliet just wanted to be free.
The opera was transcendant something to behold. I have no idea what was actually said just how it was said. I understood everything on a subconscieous level
the girl falling swiftly onto the midnight pavemnet, dress above her flailing knees; the railings were rusted.
up above looking down. There you are. I see you and you see me. How did you get up there. Can I join you. Well I wonder how many people have passed by here today and thought that.
summer days sitting out on top of our balcony. we bring out all the confyiest blankets. frank is on the otherside of the railing, thank goodness he’s alive, right zoe? i smoke from apples, discreetly of course.
I love my other house balcony, i have my own but its not as great , my next door house is greater it has a little opening and i love sitting on a little like seat thing there. Its so nice to see people walk by and just stare . Stare at the clouds stare at the trees stare at the cars everything so beautiful .
I stand on the balcony and I think of him. The sky is turning to midnight blue as the wind picks up and makes my night gown flow in the breeze. I can’t think of anything but the cold and his face. Both glorious thoughts
romeo and juliet pierce the veil
I am standing on the balcony
I look up at the marshmallow clouds
down at the sheet-cake ground
and the world is my oyster
because I know
that in a few seconds
I will be free
I balance on the railing
slowly tilting forward
and fall
Thirty stories of joy
high and very dangerous sometimes. my grandma puts flowers on our balcony. very open and big. sometimes its ont he first floor. most of the time my parents smoke on the balcony, so does my grandma.
She fell from the balcony with such startling grace that I knew she’d seen God, knew she was going to meet Him.
She looked down from the balcony, dizzyingly high.
Took a breath.
One, two.
In, out.
She breathed.
She blinked.
She tensed.
She jumped.
Then — nothing.
He stood with soaking hair and a tell tale grin, on a balcony overlapped with five year old ivy. He wasn’t a particularly charming man, but he had the soul of someone not easily forgotten.
place where u r closer to the sky
this one time, I was chilling on the balcony. I had a delicious scotch on the rocks, and a cigar. I was texting my buddies on the phone, setting up a party, and enjoying the view. Eventually, they all came over, and we got drunk and crazy. We played rock band until we passed out.
Romeo stood looking at the balcony. shes not there. he thought
He took out a copy of the script. she should be here. its the balcony scene! she can’t be missing!
but she was…
I sat on the balcony overlooking the lake. The moon shone on the water like a strobe light. A ship passed with all the lights on and it was beautiful. I leaned over and kissed him… It was perfect.
The balcony is awesome. From here I can view the ocean, or the mountains. Or whatever scenic vista being offered. You can always smoke on the balcony. It is a good place for relaxation and reflection.
I wish I had a balcony of my own. In my own place. I would have plants and flowers, maybe even plant a tomato plant or something. In the end it would be my balcony, where I could soak up somes rays, read a book, have a beer and just relax.
He was standing on the edge of his rear balcony. Cigarettes were his only companion on autumn nights like these. He could see for miles over the rolling hills that
sunsets with you sipping rred wine and contemplating the awesomeness of it all
I stood on the balcony and watched as a thunderstorm rolled in over the forest. Dusk colored the sky with reds and oranges, and the flashes of lightening against the dark above the trees was mesmerizing.
As she looked down at me from her balcony her eyes filled with something other than love; contempt shone through. How dare I love her more than she loved me, how dare I care so much that I would take this risk? And then she smiled, but it was already too late.
edge out,
i balance tenatively,
mountains and glaciers form before me,
the world is scupted for this,
some every lasting hand pointing out cracks and crevasses.
the fear, overwhelming,
there is no fence,
no safety guard.
compareable to the safe window’s view,
only by imcomparability.
but this way i’m not
bound by glass
just by air
I sat upon the balcony in the steamy southern summer sunshine. Viewing gnarly trees seemingly growing out of nowhere. Memories.
my mom had a balcony in her henrietta apartment and it was kind of grimy but i really liked that old apartment, even though it was in kind of a scummy area. it wasn’t really safe but i always liked playing my video games there or driving there on winter nights with my mp3 player.
the balcony rested in the groggy summer heat. planters held humidity-soaked azaleas and had sweating summer beers resting on their edges. a cat walked precociously on the barrier gate. we sat and watched the showers roll in.
up on the balcony she stared out at the majestic terror that was the Great War. Caught up in the muss and fuss of land, resources, and power she couldn’t imagine a more fitting end to an unwarranted and untimely ascension to a throne she never wanted.
ROMEO ROMEO WHERE FOR ART THOUGH HELLO ? HELLO WHERE THE FEK ARE U ROMEO?
Romeo and Juliet cry for each other and the mockingbirds and nightingales sing their song while they stand by.
Delicate filigree edges my view. Outside the sun reflects off the leaves of a tree,
Place to jump from
There’s a balcony at the top of the stairs. I go on it sometimes to get some fresh air and clear my thoughts. When I’m up there, I can see the entire cityscape, lit-up windows like glimmering stars in the sky. It’s like the entire city is there just for my viewing enjoyment.
on the balcony she sat watching the street below, with its boisterous revelers and thier drunken laughter. She moved into town to be a part of it all not to sit by and watch. But night after night she sits on her balcony and watches the world go by.
In 15 years, I see myself sitting naked on a balcony with my significant other, enjoying the cool breeze on a warm spring day, snacking on toast with sun-dried tomatoes and basil.
Yeah.