He stood atop the cliff. The winds were strong. It felt like he could loose his balance anytime soon, but he trugged on. Reaching the edge of the cliff, he looked down. The jagged rocks played peek-a-boo with him, hiding as each wave crashed upon the cliff’s bottom. The sun was just about to dip under the horizon. This was it.
Stephanie Jennifer
“The world is our womb and all life begins at her cliffs. This is the rule, the way, the rite of passage. Nature loves courage. Nature loves courage. Nature loves courage. Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at her cliffs. This is the rule, the way, this is the rite of passage. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
I stood at the cliff wondering about him. Would he care if I left? Would anybody care? The wind pushed my body toward the edge, and I took in a deep breath of the icy air even though it was too strong to completely inhale. I’m going to jump.
Madeline
i stumble to the edge of a cliff. and the only people who can save me are myself and the One Who i have all my faith in. everything comes to a sweeping climax, and i can’t go back. this, or i shall plummet to my death unless He give me wings.
marlieeve
i sit at the edge of life like a cliff
trying to contemplate weather to stay in this forsaken world
or
jump
I fell off the cliff when I was thirteen years old and landed when I was fifty. This was an unfortunate enough event that my mother told me to stop being so ridiculous and to come inside and eat my dinner, which was another unfortunate event. I tried to tell her that I had just fallen off a cliff and therefore was not disposed to enjoy meatloaf, but she didn’t believe me.
Mary Elizabeth
“The world is our womb and all life begins at her cliffs. This is the rule. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
cliffs are tall and beautiful. They can be scary and dangerous. with their jaggedy rocks and sharp edges. When they are along the shore line they are breathtaking. can be scary to walk along side them because they could fall out from under you.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at its cliffs. This is the rule. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
cliffs were alive with the sound of beatbox. or maybe it was the sound of dubstep. They would be crushing, as they were, thats how we knew they were alive, and they were dying. Listening to dubstep. And we alldanced cause that was the end of the universe. And our last chance to dance. We had a chance to dance. And we danced till the world ended
jirafa
The cliffs were taller than I imagined & more beautiful than ANYTHING I could ever imagine. I can’t believe people actually jump off them & dive into the water below. NOTHING could make me do that because I can’t swim. But I DO wish I could swim someday. For now though, I’ll just gaze upon the beauty & be amazed.
Nancy Sapp
Cliff hanger, starring Sly Stallone. One of the first movies i remember seeing, but i don’t remember seeing it. I remember playing twister with strange kids, i must have been as strange to them, as our parents shared cocktails and conversation, while sly talked in the background. I have never seen the movie again, i might be too afraid to ruin a memory.
John
The sky was blue. We were standing on cliffs. Emotions. And people. And oh, no, there goes Fred. Off the cliff. Oh no. He’s dead. What are we gonna do?
Never mind. I did not know what to do for this word. :D
a split-second chance
the choice between
eyes open or eyes closed;
jump only if deep
retreat only if shallow; .
Katherine
“The world is our womb and all life begins at its cliff. This is the rule. It has to be earned. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for five months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in grace against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at its cliff. This is the rule. It has to be earned. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for five months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally, he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in grace against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.”
“Life begin at the cliff. This is the rule. It has to be earned. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for four months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally, he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in grace against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born; we pass down not just what is in our genes, but what is in our hearts.
Cliffs
what first comes to mind is jumping from them
hopping and hoping
hoping that the water won’t plaster your feet in such a way that they loose feeling and tingle for hours to come
hoping the nylon nipple shielding triangles on your upper half don’t peel back and leave you exposed
hoping that the desired rush provides enough adrenaline for satisfaction yet not so much adrenaline as to encourage fear
60 seconds is over
She watched the cliffs and the boy jumping off of them, shirtless, completely free. Her eyes traveled along with his slim, tall body as it dived into the choppy waves. After a few minutes, the boy never surfaced and she wondered if he would ever surface and if she would have to call the police. She hoped not, she felt too lazy to grab her cellphone.
I want to jump. Not really, but doesn’t it sound fun? To just let go of everything; to be free as possible, gliding for that split second. Really being alive.
Cliffs the only thing I think of is height, and perhaps peaks, and billy goats. This then leads me to Shirley Temple and yodeling, which is an obscure but interesting skill. And cherries. Why are they so sexualized, oh the poor fruit.
mollyollyolly
On my first trip to Europe and England I planned on seeing the White Cliffs of Dover. I wanted it so much I split up from my travelling companion. I took a night ferry to England, got there so early in the morning the cliffs were barely even visible.
As I walked along the cliffs I wandered what it would feel like to fly. Just be able to jump of these cliffs and fly somewhere new. As I stepped closer to the edge a voice pulled me back.
“what, you going to jump?”
“No..” I replied
Then I felt his hand embrace mine, and it brought me back. Just one touch and im pulled back into reality.This is my life now, nothing is going to change that. The only good to come from all this, was him.
She got out of the car and headed to the edge of the cliffs. The sea was a sparkling blue expanse below, black rocks contrasting against the water. The wind blew in from the sea, cold — almost too cold, and whipped her hair into her face. She wrapped her arms around herself and wondered if she would ever find out what had happened.
Linda Adams
high above the river
on cliffs of pale gold and green
stands a woman garbed in hides
her hair like flames wreathing her face
her lips moving as she chants
speaking words of power
to her gods
Nia Ceridwyn
He jumped.
Before he knew how to fly, his life was frumpled and crampled.
Everything imaginary, he toppled from the cliffs, desperate for that one sensation of freedom.
His body would soon mirror his life.
But for six and one half seconds, he knew what it was to be a god.
Cliffs flowing with waterfalls. Rocks. Rock-climbing. Excitement. Views are breath-taking. Nature. Falling. Ocean, valley, river bottom.
Beth
Cliffs. I find them pretty scary, to be honest. I climbed this mountain called Flattop once, and at about 5/6 of the way to the top, I started getting naseaus. I wanted to puke, I was sweaty, it could’ve been dehydration, though. Because I don’t exercise much.
Sarah
height
scary
jumping
fun to jump off into water. cliff diving can be fun. adrenaline rush.
good scene
Daniel Okerson
She walked up the narrow dirt path leading to the cliffs, and looking up, saw the dwellings. As she climbed she dare not look down, for if she did she would lose her footing.
I stared out from the cliffs fear overtaking my senses. I knew there was no way out, the cops had me cornered. I was sure as hell not going to jail no matter what. I would rather die for my sins, faults and problems then ever be taken by the man. So I plunged taking my chances despite my fears and worries.
Gilltyascharged
Perched at the edge, looking onto the distant valley that I had loved. The cliffs that surrounded me were not high enough to view every piece. Instead, they only offered a sad glance of what once was.
We are on the brink of cliffs,
our world is spinning out of control.
How will we regain equilibrium?
Robin
The fall was deadly. Almost more dangerous than glancing over at you. But when I did, you smiled, your braces glinting in the midday sun.
“Don’t worry. The impact isn’t as bad as you might think.”
Juliet
hanging breathless
left with no ground beneath my feet
not too short from the death of beauty
I’m reliving Rye every other day
Hold on to your Head
in the Fields
you dreamed of Catching me
forgive my lyrics correction
if a body catch a body
then let me be your mannequin
it’s a long fall to rock bottom
but at least there’s the ocean to Catch you first
He stood atop the cliff. The winds were strong. It felt like he could loose his balance anytime soon, but he trugged on. Reaching the edge of the cliff, he looked down. The jagged rocks played peek-a-boo with him, hiding as each wave crashed upon the cliff’s bottom. The sun was just about to dip under the horizon. This was it.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at her cliffs. This is the rule, the way, the rite of passage. Nature loves courage. Nature loves courage. Nature loves courage. Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at her cliffs. This is the rule, the way, this is the rite of passage. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
I stood at the cliff wondering about him. Would he care if I left? Would anybody care? The wind pushed my body toward the edge, and I took in a deep breath of the icy air even though it was too strong to completely inhale. I’m going to jump.
i stumble to the edge of a cliff. and the only people who can save me are myself and the One Who i have all my faith in. everything comes to a sweeping climax, and i can’t go back. this, or i shall plummet to my death unless He give me wings.
i sit at the edge of life like a cliff
trying to contemplate weather to stay in this forsaken world
or
jump
I fell off the cliff when I was thirteen years old and landed when I was fifty. This was an unfortunate enough event that my mother told me to stop being so ridiculous and to come inside and eat my dinner, which was another unfortunate event. I tried to tell her that I had just fallen off a cliff and therefore was not disposed to enjoy meatloaf, but she didn’t believe me.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at her cliffs. This is the rule. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
cliffs are tall and beautiful. They can be scary and dangerous. with their jaggedy rocks and sharp edges. When they are along the shore line they are breathtaking. can be scary to walk along side them because they could fall out from under you.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at its cliffs. This is the rule. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
cliffs were alive with the sound of beatbox. or maybe it was the sound of dubstep. They would be crushing, as they were, thats how we knew they were alive, and they were dying. Listening to dubstep. And we alldanced cause that was the end of the universe. And our last chance to dance. We had a chance to dance. And we danced till the world ended
The cliffs were taller than I imagined & more beautiful than ANYTHING I could ever imagine. I can’t believe people actually jump off them & dive into the water below. NOTHING could make me do that because I can’t swim. But I DO wish I could swim someday. For now though, I’ll just gaze upon the beauty & be amazed.
Cliff hanger, starring Sly Stallone. One of the first movies i remember seeing, but i don’t remember seeing it. I remember playing twister with strange kids, i must have been as strange to them, as our parents shared cocktails and conversation, while sly talked in the background. I have never seen the movie again, i might be too afraid to ruin a memory.
The sky was blue. We were standing on cliffs. Emotions. And people. And oh, no, there goes Fred. Off the cliff. Oh no. He’s dead. What are we gonna do?
Never mind. I did not know what to do for this word. :D
anything is overcome when you are on one
a split-second chance
the choice between
eyes open or eyes closed;
jump only if deep
retreat only if shallow; .
“The world is our womb and all life begins at its cliff. This is the rule. It has to be earned. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for five months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in grace against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.
“The world is our womb and all life begins at its cliff. This is the rule. It has to be earned. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for five months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally, he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in grace against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born: from generation to generation we pass down not just what is in our genes, but also what is in our hearts…and what is not in our hearts.”
over the cliffs of Dover
under the tides below
pulled asunder
over and over
that is the way
they did go
“Life begin at the cliff. This is the rule. It has to be earned. Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves courage, Nature loves cour…” — he jumped. He fell for four months but no one could tell. When the cliff is invisible so is the fall, and after all, at times it felt like he was flying, not falling. But finally, he hit. At last he crashed onto a featherbed while his fears shattered in grace against the alchemical stone into the countless pieces they formed from over time, beginning long before he was born; we pass down not just what is in our genes, but what is in our hearts.
ok
Cliffs
what first comes to mind is jumping from them
hopping and hoping
hoping that the water won’t plaster your feet in such a way that they loose feeling and tingle for hours to come
hoping the nylon nipple shielding triangles on your upper half don’t peel back and leave you exposed
hoping that the desired rush provides enough adrenaline for satisfaction yet not so much adrenaline as to encourage fear
60 seconds is over
She watched the cliffs and the boy jumping off of them, shirtless, completely free. Her eyes traveled along with his slim, tall body as it dived into the choppy waves. After a few minutes, the boy never surfaced and she wondered if he would ever surface and if she would have to call the police. She hoped not, she felt too lazy to grab her cellphone.
I want to jump. Not really, but doesn’t it sound fun? To just let go of everything; to be free as possible, gliding for that split second. Really being alive.
Cliffs the only thing I think of is height, and perhaps peaks, and billy goats. This then leads me to Shirley Temple and yodeling, which is an obscure but interesting skill. And cherries. Why are they so sexualized, oh the poor fruit.
On my first trip to Europe and England I planned on seeing the White Cliffs of Dover. I wanted it so much I split up from my travelling companion. I took a night ferry to England, got there so early in the morning the cliffs were barely even visible.
the cliffs that I have jumped from
don’t take too kindly to erosion
much unlike the feet that left them
bare at the ends of their soles
As I walked along the cliffs I wandered what it would feel like to fly. Just be able to jump of these cliffs and fly somewhere new. As I stepped closer to the edge a voice pulled me back.
“what, you going to jump?”
“No..” I replied
Then I felt his hand embrace mine, and it brought me back. Just one touch and im pulled back into reality.This is my life now, nothing is going to change that. The only good to come from all this, was him.
She got out of the car and headed to the edge of the cliffs. The sea was a sparkling blue expanse below, black rocks contrasting against the water. The wind blew in from the sea, cold — almost too cold, and whipped her hair into her face. She wrapped her arms around herself and wondered if she would ever find out what had happened.
high above the river
on cliffs of pale gold and green
stands a woman garbed in hides
her hair like flames wreathing her face
her lips moving as she chants
speaking words of power
to her gods
He jumped.
Before he knew how to fly, his life was frumpled and crampled.
Everything imaginary, he toppled from the cliffs, desperate for that one sensation of freedom.
His body would soon mirror his life.
But for six and one half seconds, he knew what it was to be a god.
rolling over to fall into the sea.
or leaping off into open air
or hugging the bases of their mother mountains
or bidding goodbye to lost dreams.
Cliffs flowing with waterfalls. Rocks. Rock-climbing. Excitement. Views are breath-taking. Nature. Falling. Ocean, valley, river bottom.
Cliffs. I find them pretty scary, to be honest. I climbed this mountain called Flattop once, and at about 5/6 of the way to the top, I started getting naseaus. I wanted to puke, I was sweaty, it could’ve been dehydration, though. Because I don’t exercise much.
height
scary
jumping
fun to jump off into water. cliff diving can be fun. adrenaline rush.
good scene
She walked up the narrow dirt path leading to the cliffs, and looking up, saw the dwellings. As she climbed she dare not look down, for if she did she would lose her footing.
I stared out from the cliffs fear overtaking my senses. I knew there was no way out, the cops had me cornered. I was sure as hell not going to jail no matter what. I would rather die for my sins, faults and problems then ever be taken by the man. So I plunged taking my chances despite my fears and worries.
Perched at the edge, looking onto the distant valley that I had loved. The cliffs that surrounded me were not high enough to view every piece. Instead, they only offered a sad glance of what once was.
We are on the brink of cliffs,
our world is spinning out of control.
How will we regain equilibrium?
The fall was deadly. Almost more dangerous than glancing over at you. But when I did, you smiled, your braces glinting in the midday sun.
“Don’t worry. The impact isn’t as bad as you might think.”
hanging breathless
left with no ground beneath my feet
not too short from the death of beauty
I’m reliving Rye every other day
Hold on to your Head
in the Fields
you dreamed of Catching me
forgive my lyrics correction
if a body catch a body
then let me be your mannequin
it’s a long fall to rock bottom
but at least there’s the ocean to Catch you first