Breathing in your existence on the edge
I see a stranger of memories
and i question the lost love I see before me.
You melt into wind and I can’t hold onto you any longer.
Don’t Jump!
Don’t leave me now.
I need an echo to tell me who I am.
Stop breathing in the light.
Please
Sadaelu Ryan
As in Romeo and Juliet, the symbol of a balcony represents the supposed superiority of women. Although, women are the most dependant creatures of society.
Erin Loraditch
I wish i had a balcony in my house. I would find so much peace in it. To be able to go out and view the pristine sunsets, on my own or with someone I love. My balcony would be my place of rest. If only I had a Balcony…
talis
romeo and Julliete ,the romance and midsummernight
liliane
when i think of a balcony i have to think about shakespeare and his Romeo and Julliete ,the
liliane
I stood before the balcony, looking at the setting sun. Rainbows of colors painted across the soon to be night sky in a vibrant pattern, and so a slow smile formed upon my lips. For once, I was happy and content. Nothing more than a mere moment though. The depression was slowly setting back into me as I stood there, and I shook
Crystal
i was on the balcony hoping you’d show up. it was midnight and i couldn’t help but sit outside, joint in my mouth, waiting. i’d waited many nights before, in vain of course. as the joint neared it’s end and my mind began to wander, i began to think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t come tonite. the moon and the stars were enough to keep me happy.
ashley
she stood on the balcony. she didn’t know what to do. she didn’t know what to think. all she saw was the street below. the street below. the street was full of bright lights, moving cars, busy people with their busy jobs. the street below. she didn’t know what to think. she couldn’t stand that. she couldn’t be a part of it. she couldn’t be another cog of that world-machine in the street below.
lauren
She stood on the balcony watching the rain fall before her. She thought about how much she loved to play in the rain as a child. She would dance and jump in the puddles with her rain boots as she hummed her favorite song.
Robert Beier
she stood on it and told him to come to her. with every fiber burning he strenuously climbed up to her. his calves burned and he collapsed from exhaustion. she told him to rise but he was unable. this led to a beating on his soul. he finally couldn’t take it anymore. he crawled away. he found a corner to curl up and die in. and there he rests to this day. her blank stare always on him. therefore he will never know peace in any life.
Bryan
Euw. Balcony? Like the one that I jumped off of in ’92? That Balcony? The one my mother sat crying a river on? The one my brother comforted her on while she told him stories of my ‘innocent’ days? That one? I hate balconies.
Taz
She looked over the edge, felt the wind of the summer evening stir her hair, grasped the wrought iron blocking her from falling, about to jump over, before turning around and walking back to the party.
Anne
on the balcony i fell asleep and fell off the balcony while i was sleeping and fell to the ground while i was sleeping but before i hit the ground i woke up and i thought wasnt i just on a blacony? then i hit the ground and it hurt. my leg is broken.
ralph
i stood there wathcing, waiting, wondering when he would step out and grace me with his presence. i had loved him for so long yet waiting was taking its toll on me. i hated feeling like i was worthless and unwanted yet somehow i couldnt get over him.
punkgurrl
I hung over the balcony draping myself across the face of Athens. It was a dream come true… a seedy neighborhood with culture beyond my wildest imagination. We will explore all day tomorrow, but right now I must have my photo taken.
Spidr
where i stand to see the sun
breathing
outside
sleeping during carnaval
plants
varanda
observaation
sheyla, carlo and adriel
santos.san luis
amy
my ex boyfriend used to have a sweet balcony that looked onto the street. we always used to relax out there. that’s about it. when i moved into my new place i was really hoping i could get one, but instead i just have a shitty picture window. oh well, i guess i can just lean out the window…
sarah
the balcony was a fierce medium of love and affection, casting away the wisdom and purity of knowledge for a better more conciencious child of the wilderness.
climb and climb that hair, stairs.
kyle
i really wish that someday i’ll be standing on a balcony and the boy of my dreams will climb up a teress (sp?) and sweep me away. I think I might know that boy, I just am lacking the balcony. I’ll work on that… he’s texting right now
Justine
I was on top of the balcony and then i saw the beautiful sunset. There was no one else around, so I thought I’d capture it by taking a picture with my brand new digital camera.
I then emailed it to my husband, and he shared with me that he had seen the same sunset from across the ocean
Ali
The balcony was drenched in the heat of the afternoon sun. She stood still in the shadow of palm, contemplating the the drop of perspiration trickling slowly down her side.
Ellie
porch, good place to see sunsets and sunrises.Were princess let down there long hair to be saved!
Fe Fe
I stood at the balcony, the wind brushing me lightly, but not strong. It was warm and mid-October. I felt sand in my shoes and under the elastic of my shorts. The beach had been rough on me that day.
Morgan
on the balcony, i looked down. i couldn’t help but think that i wanted to jump. I’m not suicidal, but i always feel like that. what if i explode? just go crazy. i know it will happen one day. one day i will be on that balcony, and i will forget self control. I’m just glad that day isn’t today.
em
this was the last step. the final leap of faith.
faith is the wrong word
for, it’s excruciatingly obvious what is waiting for me below.
waiting and anticipating my arrival for the whole of his life.
amidst all the troubles
the stress
the premature maturity
he’s been waiting for me
waiting to finally be happy.
i can give him all he wants, all he surly deserves
and all I have to do is jump
off this balcony, covered with vines
to the love that awaits me below
to my Romeo, calling my name
no, but I am not Juliet.
I will not stand around and wish and whine for what I want without taking part in the minuscule action to make it happen for myself
so I jump
and he catches me
all is well
M Ehrlicher
I sat atop the balcony with a book in hand and sunglasses perched on the bridge of my nose. I smiled as the rainclouds overhead billowed, thunder roared, and lightning went off somewhere in the distance. A perfect afternoon.
Shivhan
She sat in the balcony and watched as the band played on. What a thrill it is just to watch him playing on stage. So beautiful in her eyes. Each note raising through the air and swirling around her like bubbles in champagne. Each performance was a gift to her.
Paulie
THE BACK DOOR WAWS OPEN LAST NIGHT AND i HEARD SOMEONE CREEPING IN FROM MY FINE BALCONY BUT WHAT AMAZED ME WAS THAT i LIVE FIVE STORIES ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE. i REALLY COULDN’T SEE THE MAN/WOMAN BECASUE IT WAS SOI DARN DARK!
ARIONNA
Balcony.
Not a very imaginative word. But you never know. To him or her, respectivly it could hold so much more meaning to you or me. I think its not just a balcony, but a landing, a landing where anything can happen, a first kiss, love at first sight, or even something as trivial as a handshake the could change one’s life.
eM
When I was growing up, there was a balcony outside my window.
Sometimes I would stand on it, wondering if anyone could see me on the street. Wondering if anyone cared, if they did see me. It was strange, because it could have been so easy to jump off and end all the depression I went through during my life as a child and teenager… but I never did. That balcony represented hope to me. Hope that someone would see me, and care…
lucy
reminds me of the time when i went over my friends house…old apartment..weed..gansters..bad neighborhood..kids running everywhere..my dream where i was about to fall off the balcony and was scared because i though i was going to die…reminds me of my cousins house.
dee
This is stupid. What the fuck could someone write about a balcony. It doesn’t bring up any strong emotions. I’ve never seen someone fall off a balcony, intentionally or unintentionally. I’ve never tried to woo someone on a balcony. Honestly, it’d probably be hard to hear someone if you’re up on a balcony. Then you got to shout and the whole thing becomes awkward. and you can forget about privacy.
Charlie
A balcony. A fence. A window. A chair. It was all the same. It was all there was. A door. A house…and that damn balcony. It was the epitome of it all. Something had to be done about that damn balcony.
Theresa
She was standing on the balcony with the other women, waving at the soldiers as they marched off to war. There was no doubt that they would win gloriously. A simple glance at their flawless formation and technique, their glossy black leather shoes and shiny brass buttons, revealed that defeat was impossible. Sometimes, however, the impossible happens.
vish
as we sat on the balcony the sun was setting and the pools surface was almost disturbed, as if the mountains we saw themselves were thundering across the ceiling of the water. Though the setting was beautiful, her next sentence would drive me to tears every night for the past year.
tyler
I would love to live in a place where the balcony overlooks a beautiful beach. Where the seashore meets the sea in beautiful harmony. I would stand there and daydream about my future. How me and Chris will marry and be happy. How we will stand on our baslcony and daydream about our future together. How our kids will grow up and
christa s
on the Balcony where I live I can see the CN tower in Toronto canada, A country that is muy boring, the people the culture, and the weather sucks. My Balcony in Los Angeles is a lot more attractive, My View, 2 Rastafarians. Lots of Sun, That is where I clean my shoes. My Balcony I want to buy some furniture for it,
Mike
I stood atop the creaking balcony, staring out at that familiar scene I had seen the day before, and the day before that, and the one before that. With each step I took, the balcony creaked a little bit more. Rusty brown chips of paint fell to their doom from the metal railing. Creak, creak. I took a step forward. Creak. I placed my hands on that railing that was falling to pieces, feeling a slight connection with it, some sympathy, almost. It sounded like a bolt holding the ancient balcony became unhinged as I shifted my weight. The sign warning me against standing on this unstable outdoor patio read itself in a weak voice in the back of my head, but I had other things on my mind. Another bolt hopped out from the wall and the creaking, ancient, metal bars jolted forward. The balcony was now held up by a measly two screws. I continued to stare for what was certainly enough time to carefully make my way back into the apartment. Both remaining screws let go. With one more deafening creak, the balcony fell in the same fashion as it’s rusty paint-chips; I fell along with it.
Isabel Mcdaniel
I sat on a balcony and it was above the coast. It was sunny and the water was piercing blue. There were a couple clouds withering in the sky, the sun melted me to the chair. The breeze was calm.
Brittany M
Slide off the sticky surface of the patio furniture and stand up, get up, grab the rail and hold on when the wind whips up
through your hair, takes each strand and tugs it off into the hot air
If you look down
Not that we look down, mind you
If you look down
There are cars going past matchbox style careening off the highway, into the distance
We won’t look there today. We’ll slide back down, our little chair
Our iced tea with umbrellas
Summer has a vice grip
Breathing in your existence on the edge
I see a stranger of memories
and i question the lost love I see before me.
You melt into wind and I can’t hold onto you any longer.
Don’t Jump!
Don’t leave me now.
I need an echo to tell me who I am.
Stop breathing in the light.
Please
As in Romeo and Juliet, the symbol of a balcony represents the supposed superiority of women. Although, women are the most dependant creatures of society.
I wish i had a balcony in my house. I would find so much peace in it. To be able to go out and view the pristine sunsets, on my own or with someone I love. My balcony would be my place of rest. If only I had a Balcony…
romeo and Julliete ,the romance and midsummernight
when i think of a balcony i have to think about shakespeare and his Romeo and Julliete ,the
I stood before the balcony, looking at the setting sun. Rainbows of colors painted across the soon to be night sky in a vibrant pattern, and so a slow smile formed upon my lips. For once, I was happy and content. Nothing more than a mere moment though. The depression was slowly setting back into me as I stood there, and I shook
i was on the balcony hoping you’d show up. it was midnight and i couldn’t help but sit outside, joint in my mouth, waiting. i’d waited many nights before, in vain of course. as the joint neared it’s end and my mind began to wander, i began to think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t come tonite. the moon and the stars were enough to keep me happy.
she stood on the balcony. she didn’t know what to do. she didn’t know what to think. all she saw was the street below. the street below. the street was full of bright lights, moving cars, busy people with their busy jobs. the street below. she didn’t know what to think. she couldn’t stand that. she couldn’t be a part of it. she couldn’t be another cog of that world-machine in the street below.
She stood on the balcony watching the rain fall before her. She thought about how much she loved to play in the rain as a child. She would dance and jump in the puddles with her rain boots as she hummed her favorite song.
she stood on it and told him to come to her. with every fiber burning he strenuously climbed up to her. his calves burned and he collapsed from exhaustion. she told him to rise but he was unable. this led to a beating on his soul. he finally couldn’t take it anymore. he crawled away. he found a corner to curl up and die in. and there he rests to this day. her blank stare always on him. therefore he will never know peace in any life.
Euw. Balcony? Like the one that I jumped off of in ’92? That Balcony? The one my mother sat crying a river on? The one my brother comforted her on while she told him stories of my ‘innocent’ days? That one? I hate balconies.
She looked over the edge, felt the wind of the summer evening stir her hair, grasped the wrought iron blocking her from falling, about to jump over, before turning around and walking back to the party.
on the balcony i fell asleep and fell off the balcony while i was sleeping and fell to the ground while i was sleeping but before i hit the ground i woke up and i thought wasnt i just on a blacony? then i hit the ground and it hurt. my leg is broken.
i stood there wathcing, waiting, wondering when he would step out and grace me with his presence. i had loved him for so long yet waiting was taking its toll on me. i hated feeling like i was worthless and unwanted yet somehow i couldnt get over him.
I hung over the balcony draping myself across the face of Athens. It was a dream come true… a seedy neighborhood with culture beyond my wildest imagination. We will explore all day tomorrow, but right now I must have my photo taken.
where i stand to see the sun
breathing
outside
sleeping during carnaval
plants
varanda
observaation
sheyla, carlo and adriel
santos.san luis
my ex boyfriend used to have a sweet balcony that looked onto the street. we always used to relax out there. that’s about it. when i moved into my new place i was really hoping i could get one, but instead i just have a shitty picture window. oh well, i guess i can just lean out the window…
the balcony was a fierce medium of love and affection, casting away the wisdom and purity of knowledge for a better more conciencious child of the wilderness.
climb and climb that hair, stairs.
i really wish that someday i’ll be standing on a balcony and the boy of my dreams will climb up a teress (sp?) and sweep me away. I think I might know that boy, I just am lacking the balcony. I’ll work on that… he’s texting right now
I was on top of the balcony and then i saw the beautiful sunset. There was no one else around, so I thought I’d capture it by taking a picture with my brand new digital camera.
I then emailed it to my husband, and he shared with me that he had seen the same sunset from across the ocean
The balcony was drenched in the heat of the afternoon sun. She stood still in the shadow of palm, contemplating the the drop of perspiration trickling slowly down her side.
porch, good place to see sunsets and sunrises.Were princess let down there long hair to be saved!
I stood at the balcony, the wind brushing me lightly, but not strong. It was warm and mid-October. I felt sand in my shoes and under the elastic of my shorts. The beach had been rough on me that day.
on the balcony, i looked down. i couldn’t help but think that i wanted to jump. I’m not suicidal, but i always feel like that. what if i explode? just go crazy. i know it will happen one day. one day i will be on that balcony, and i will forget self control. I’m just glad that day isn’t today.
this was the last step. the final leap of faith.
faith is the wrong word
for, it’s excruciatingly obvious what is waiting for me below.
waiting and anticipating my arrival for the whole of his life.
amidst all the troubles
the stress
the premature maturity
he’s been waiting for me
waiting to finally be happy.
i can give him all he wants, all he surly deserves
and all I have to do is jump
off this balcony, covered with vines
to the love that awaits me below
to my Romeo, calling my name
no, but I am not Juliet.
I will not stand around and wish and whine for what I want without taking part in the minuscule action to make it happen for myself
so I jump
and he catches me
all is well
I sat atop the balcony with a book in hand and sunglasses perched on the bridge of my nose. I smiled as the rainclouds overhead billowed, thunder roared, and lightning went off somewhere in the distance. A perfect afternoon.
She sat in the balcony and watched as the band played on. What a thrill it is just to watch him playing on stage. So beautiful in her eyes. Each note raising through the air and swirling around her like bubbles in champagne. Each performance was a gift to her.
THE BACK DOOR WAWS OPEN LAST NIGHT AND i HEARD SOMEONE CREEPING IN FROM MY FINE BALCONY BUT WHAT AMAZED ME WAS THAT i LIVE FIVE STORIES ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE. i REALLY COULDN’T SEE THE MAN/WOMAN BECASUE IT WAS SOI DARN DARK!
Balcony.
Not a very imaginative word. But you never know. To him or her, respectivly it could hold so much more meaning to you or me. I think its not just a balcony, but a landing, a landing where anything can happen, a first kiss, love at first sight, or even something as trivial as a handshake the could change one’s life.
When I was growing up, there was a balcony outside my window.
Sometimes I would stand on it, wondering if anyone could see me on the street. Wondering if anyone cared, if they did see me. It was strange, because it could have been so easy to jump off and end all the depression I went through during my life as a child and teenager… but I never did. That balcony represented hope to me. Hope that someone would see me, and care…
reminds me of the time when i went over my friends house…old apartment..weed..gansters..bad neighborhood..kids running everywhere..my dream where i was about to fall off the balcony and was scared because i though i was going to die…reminds me of my cousins house.
This is stupid. What the fuck could someone write about a balcony. It doesn’t bring up any strong emotions. I’ve never seen someone fall off a balcony, intentionally or unintentionally. I’ve never tried to woo someone on a balcony. Honestly, it’d probably be hard to hear someone if you’re up on a balcony. Then you got to shout and the whole thing becomes awkward. and you can forget about privacy.
A balcony. A fence. A window. A chair. It was all the same. It was all there was. A door. A house…and that damn balcony. It was the epitome of it all. Something had to be done about that damn balcony.
She was standing on the balcony with the other women, waving at the soldiers as they marched off to war. There was no doubt that they would win gloriously. A simple glance at their flawless formation and technique, their glossy black leather shoes and shiny brass buttons, revealed that defeat was impossible. Sometimes, however, the impossible happens.
as we sat on the balcony the sun was setting and the pools surface was almost disturbed, as if the mountains we saw themselves were thundering across the ceiling of the water. Though the setting was beautiful, her next sentence would drive me to tears every night for the past year.
I would love to live in a place where the balcony overlooks a beautiful beach. Where the seashore meets the sea in beautiful harmony. I would stand there and daydream about my future. How me and Chris will marry and be happy. How we will stand on our baslcony and daydream about our future together. How our kids will grow up and
on the Balcony where I live I can see the CN tower in Toronto canada, A country that is muy boring, the people the culture, and the weather sucks. My Balcony in Los Angeles is a lot more attractive, My View, 2 Rastafarians. Lots of Sun, That is where I clean my shoes. My Balcony I want to buy some furniture for it,
I stood atop the creaking balcony, staring out at that familiar scene I had seen the day before, and the day before that, and the one before that. With each step I took, the balcony creaked a little bit more. Rusty brown chips of paint fell to their doom from the metal railing. Creak, creak. I took a step forward. Creak. I placed my hands on that railing that was falling to pieces, feeling a slight connection with it, some sympathy, almost. It sounded like a bolt holding the ancient balcony became unhinged as I shifted my weight. The sign warning me against standing on this unstable outdoor patio read itself in a weak voice in the back of my head, but I had other things on my mind. Another bolt hopped out from the wall and the creaking, ancient, metal bars jolted forward. The balcony was now held up by a measly two screws. I continued to stare for what was certainly enough time to carefully make my way back into the apartment. Both remaining screws let go. With one more deafening creak, the balcony fell in the same fashion as it’s rusty paint-chips; I fell along with it.
I sat on a balcony and it was above the coast. It was sunny and the water was piercing blue. There were a couple clouds withering in the sky, the sun melted me to the chair. The breeze was calm.
Slide off the sticky surface of the patio furniture and stand up, get up, grab the rail and hold on when the wind whips up
through your hair, takes each strand and tugs it off into the hot air
If you look down
Not that we look down, mind you
If you look down
There are cars going past matchbox style careening off the highway, into the distance
We won’t look there today. We’ll slide back down, our little chair
Our iced tea with umbrellas
Summer has a vice grip