Fences are high and you can climb fences. Some fences are wood, chain links, picket and white.
Kathleen M. Burgess
I suddenly think of paramore. Then I remember jumping fences with him just a few months ago, having a blast, running up unused and broken water slides. God, it was a blast back then. What the hell happened to us? To the friendship part of this relationship? So much better back then.
Jackie
i was always building fences…burning bridges…putting obstacules…until you came…i actually trew you a rope…now im tight with it…and happy.
ann
The fence post ran for a good mile. It was old, and the white paint had long chipped away. It was splintered, cracked and barely standing.
Guard yourself, pull up fences so high above and hang them with strings that won’t ever break. Crystal threads that cities depends on to keep them above the wasteland their society creates. We’ll box in the threat, we’ll put up the walls. Tear down the barricade.
fences are everywhere. They keep people out, they keep people in. They prevent us from going certain places. Some fences keep us safe, others oppress our freedom. We need a big fence across the bottom of our nation.
Fences. We are surounded by them, fences around our properties, fences to keep us in, fences to keep us out. Fences around our hearts to ensure we keep it all proper and together. Animals behind fences, people behind fences. Those we dont want to let into Australia, behind fences on a tropical island ….
Rox
When I thought it was a wall, i was wrong. i had built something more defected than that, it didnt matter if it was brick or white picket. he had gotten into my heart and i didnt know how, i had a wall up, all 4 of them to keep me in, and him out. i guess it was just a fence, and he hopped over.
i hate it, its a strangle, its a bariier, i cant communicate with this, i’m starting to hate myself again, i’ve crerated fences before, now i cant seem to get out of it, i hate it
There was a beautiful fence outside his house. It had the most intricate design with angels and flowers, and I would often trace my fingers over it whenever I came by. The posts had balls with paintings on them, and it was gorgeous and colorful. The gate had a lock and key. There was always a smile on my face, even when we got stuck outside the gate. I even smiled when we brought his body through the open gate, and he was never to return home…
When I was young I used to hop fences. I remember that I had to hop my 12 foot fence to go play with th eboy who lived behind me. The world would be so much nicer without fences. they are social blocks, much like the internet. The internet is your web, your fence.
Melissa
Why the fences, why the distance?
Why, I tell you, it’s because the numbness…
The white fence, always holding me in, and holding everyone else out. It would be that hard to jump, I don’t think. Then I could see him.
The stupid white peeling paint, and the way it stood blocking everything out.
Lisa
There were several fences that surround the school where I went to first grade. They were not there so much for the protection of the children, but to keep the little buggers from fouling the garden next door. The farmer didn’t think very highly of having his carrots trampled by dozens of pairs of buster browns. Neither did the rabbits like sharing their lunch with noisy human kits! It was thus that the school yard should be forever surrounded by the maze of chain link, split rails and stockade.
Lorrieann
There are no fences around my house now. I used to have fences, to keep the dog in, but then I moved and no fences are allowed here. I guess we kept the neighbors out with our fences back then, because now the neighbors here walk where they could not if there were fences here.
Disguised
The fence that was built between me and my neighbour – it’s funny how it was never acknowledged. I liked him and all, but I wonder what it was that I was trying to keep out?
Johnny Sunshine
at the top of the street there are fences, fences on every side. which way to turn, i wonder? go back down, back to the terrible void? or jump the fence? is it legal? i hear of beauty on the other side. let’s go. let’s never turn back.
Katherine Satterfield
there are a lot of fences here. except not. sometimes there are no fences. i don’t like to add fences to my SIM houses but sometimes I do as a safety precaution. i do’nt like fences. :(
Fences keep me from the only love I have. I sat in my back yard as a kid, wishing to be elsewhere. I didn’t mind the fence, I just wished that if I had to be fenced in, why couldn’t I be fenced in with him?
Aysha
fences are things are keep you inside and away from the rest of the world. the fence in my house is my mother. she is the fence i will never escape from no matter how hard i try to find the way out.
Like most kids, I grew up around houses that were fenced in. They provided security, but also restricted us. How would we get out when there are fences around? How would other people get in? A whitewashed fence is, to me, a great symbol of innocence and a lost age.
Aysha Wills
As he led me in a tour through the house, we exited into the garden. My hope of running away was so quickly snatched away from me. Everywhere i looked, all i saw were fences. Most are made to keep people out. These fences were built to keep us in, locked forever. There were fences separating every area, as far as i could see. This is going to be a long year
fences separate people from what they fear. it puts up boarders and divides us from us. let people be people and the world would be different no war no territory just love
dan
fake blue skies and empty pools, buried with lonely backyard sprinklers.
fences tear people apart. you can’t re-build bridges through fences. fences end relationships, and harm them in ways it’s hard to repair. but fences can be torn down.
People are always jumping fences, sitting on them, and breaking them. Why can’t we just let fences be? Why do we always have to be messing with fences? Maybe fences just like being where they are.
Jumping fences. That’s how our childhood should be spent. That’s all we did too. The entire time we were places we were never supposed to be. And we never got caught. Ha! For them to think some wire and a few poles would take us down. The nerve!
Gott, ist das fancy! / Aber warum kann Nancy / die diesen Satz gesprochen hat / in ihrer hastigen Doppel-Hast / nicht innehalten und Deutsch mal reden / sich einfach mal dazu bequemen / in ein Wörterbuch zu schauen erst / bevor sie loslässt solchen Terz
We put up a lot of artificial fences between ourselves and our neighbors. Maybe some are needed; no one wants an excess of familiarity. But some are just plain stupid. For example, why not go in and buy a lawnmower together? Why should two families each put out that much money if one mower is enough for both?
Kathy
I stand at the gate, wondering if I should go through. It’s been so long since I last saw. She might not even want me here… but I want to be here. I take a deep breath and open the gate, hoping I’ll be welcomed.
I watched as he drove away. I sat against the fence. The fence he spend his summer building. The fence that meant so much at the time. And I cried.
Cait
Fences in the rough. I stand there at the white picket fence, staring up at the house. It’s perfect. Small but nice. Homey. I should be living there, with her. It should be our house. Not his.
Alexis
There are so many fences in this world, imaginary and real. We put them up around ourselves as if they can protect us from everything that happens, but sometimes we just need to tear them down.
Are barriers for sheep. If they did not exist sheep would go to the laundrette to wash their wool and feel silky and smooooth. On the way back from the laundrette they would stop to play pitch and toss and get in a rucus.
Alleeeeee
Fences keep me locked up in the yard. I never can leave the yard. I am fed only once each day. I cannot communicate with my captors. I am bu a dog.
Bob
The wooden fences placed a boundary that only the others could see. Nothing would stop us from meeting up in the middle of it all. I only hope that she will not find his belt before I have set out to retrieve it.
Fences are high and you can climb fences. Some fences are wood, chain links, picket and white.
I suddenly think of paramore. Then I remember jumping fences with him just a few months ago, having a blast, running up unused and broken water slides. God, it was a blast back then. What the hell happened to us? To the friendship part of this relationship? So much better back then.
i was always building fences…burning bridges…putting obstacules…until you came…i actually trew you a rope…now im tight with it…and happy.
The fence post ran for a good mile. It was old, and the white paint had long chipped away. It was splintered, cracked and barely standing.
Guard yourself, pull up fences so high above and hang them with strings that won’t ever break. Crystal threads that cities depends on to keep them above the wasteland their society creates. We’ll box in the threat, we’ll put up the walls. Tear down the barricade.
I remember how I was told good fences make good neighbors however I cannot recall why. I never knew them and perhaps that is tragedy.
We spend our whole lives wanting connection but we sometime hide walls, hiding from others.
fences are everywhere. They keep people out, they keep people in. They prevent us from going certain places. Some fences keep us safe, others oppress our freedom. We need a big fence across the bottom of our nation.
I remember how I was told good fences make good neighbors however I cannot recall why. I never nuw them and perhaps that is tragedy.
We spend arer whole lives wanting connection but we sometime hide walls.
Fences. We are surounded by them, fences around our properties, fences to keep us in, fences to keep us out. Fences around our hearts to ensure we keep it all proper and together. Animals behind fences, people behind fences. Those we dont want to let into Australia, behind fences on a tropical island ….
When I thought it was a wall, i was wrong. i had built something more defected than that, it didnt matter if it was brick or white picket. he had gotten into my heart and i didnt know how, i had a wall up, all 4 of them to keep me in, and him out. i guess it was just a fence, and he hopped over.
i hate it, its a strangle, its a bariier, i cant communicate with this, i’m starting to hate myself again, i’ve crerated fences before, now i cant seem to get out of it, i hate it
There was a beautiful fence outside his house. It had the most intricate design with angels and flowers, and I would often trace my fingers over it whenever I came by. The posts had balls with paintings on them, and it was gorgeous and colorful. The gate had a lock and key. There was always a smile on my face, even when we got stuck outside the gate. I even smiled when we brought his body through the open gate, and he was never to return home…
When I was young I used to hop fences. I remember that I had to hop my 12 foot fence to go play with th eboy who lived behind me. The world would be so much nicer without fences. they are social blocks, much like the internet. The internet is your web, your fence.
Why the fences, why the distance?
Why, I tell you, it’s because the numbness…
The white fence, always holding me in, and holding everyone else out. It would be that hard to jump, I don’t think. Then I could see him.
The stupid white peeling paint, and the way it stood blocking everything out.
There were several fences that surround the school where I went to first grade. They were not there so much for the protection of the children, but to keep the little buggers from fouling the garden next door. The farmer didn’t think very highly of having his carrots trampled by dozens of pairs of buster browns. Neither did the rabbits like sharing their lunch with noisy human kits! It was thus that the school yard should be forever surrounded by the maze of chain link, split rails and stockade.
There are no fences around my house now. I used to have fences, to keep the dog in, but then I moved and no fences are allowed here. I guess we kept the neighbors out with our fences back then, because now the neighbors here walk where they could not if there were fences here.
The fence that was built between me and my neighbour – it’s funny how it was never acknowledged. I liked him and all, but I wonder what it was that I was trying to keep out?
at the top of the street there are fences, fences on every side. which way to turn, i wonder? go back down, back to the terrible void? or jump the fence? is it legal? i hear of beauty on the other side. let’s go. let’s never turn back.
there are a lot of fences here. except not. sometimes there are no fences. i don’t like to add fences to my SIM houses but sometimes I do as a safety precaution. i do’nt like fences. :(
Surround us, keep us inside, obstruct view. Limitation.
Protect us, keep others outside, obstruct prying eyes, Safety.
Fences keep me from the only love I have. I sat in my back yard as a kid, wishing to be elsewhere. I didn’t mind the fence, I just wished that if I had to be fenced in, why couldn’t I be fenced in with him?
fences are things are keep you inside and away from the rest of the world. the fence in my house is my mother. she is the fence i will never escape from no matter how hard i try to find the way out.
Like most kids, I grew up around houses that were fenced in. They provided security, but also restricted us. How would we get out when there are fences around? How would other people get in? A whitewashed fence is, to me, a great symbol of innocence and a lost age.
As he led me in a tour through the house, we exited into the garden. My hope of running away was so quickly snatched away from me. Everywhere i looked, all i saw were fences. Most are made to keep people out. These fences were built to keep us in, locked forever. There were fences separating every area, as far as i could see. This is going to be a long year
fences separate people from what they fear. it puts up boarders and divides us from us. let people be people and the world would be different no war no territory just love
fake blue skies and empty pools, buried with lonely backyard sprinklers.
White picket fences,
surrounding the perfect little houses.
No one knows what really lies beyond.
Their masks are made up so perfectly.
fences tear people apart. you can’t re-build bridges through fences. fences end relationships, and harm them in ways it’s hard to repair. but fences can be torn down.
People are always jumping fences, sitting on them, and breaking them. Why can’t we just let fences be? Why do we always have to be messing with fences? Maybe fences just like being where they are.
Jumping fences. That’s how our childhood should be spent. That’s all we did too. The entire time we were places we were never supposed to be. And we never got caught. Ha! For them to think some wire and a few poles would take us down. The nerve!
Gott, ist das fancy! / Aber warum kann Nancy / die diesen Satz gesprochen hat / in ihrer hastigen Doppel-Hast / nicht innehalten und Deutsch mal reden / sich einfach mal dazu bequemen / in ein Wörterbuch zu schauen erst / bevor sie loslässt solchen Terz
We put up a lot of artificial fences between ourselves and our neighbors. Maybe some are needed; no one wants an excess of familiarity. But some are just plain stupid. For example, why not go in and buy a lawnmower together? Why should two families each put out that much money if one mower is enough for both?
I stand at the gate, wondering if I should go through. It’s been so long since I last saw. She might not even want me here… but I want to be here. I take a deep breath and open the gate, hoping I’ll be welcomed.
I watched as he drove away. I sat against the fence. The fence he spend his summer building. The fence that meant so much at the time. And I cried.
Fences in the rough. I stand there at the white picket fence, staring up at the house. It’s perfect. Small but nice. Homey. I should be living there, with her. It should be our house. Not his.
There are so many fences in this world, imaginary and real. We put them up around ourselves as if they can protect us from everything that happens, but sometimes we just need to tear them down.
Are barriers for sheep. If they did not exist sheep would go to the laundrette to wash their wool and feel silky and smooooth. On the way back from the laundrette they would stop to play pitch and toss and get in a rucus.
Fences keep me locked up in the yard. I never can leave the yard. I am fed only once each day. I cannot communicate with my captors. I am bu a dog.
The wooden fences placed a boundary that only the others could see. Nothing would stop us from meeting up in the middle of it all. I only hope that she will not find his belt before I have set out to retrieve it.