There were three, right in front of her. Hugo seeemd to gather himself up and then launched. It was like flying, being borne away by the breeze. It felt right, her and Hugo as one, their bodies operating as a whole.
Fences aren’t always put up to keep people away or in. Sometimes they’re ornamental. Sometimes they say, “look how pretty I am! Come in; the latch is simple.” And when that’s the case, we can tell.
Loruu
I was surrounded by fences. Suppressing a sigh, I kicked one over.
Another sprouted.
And another.
And another.
My heart crashed and burned. I was stuck. Well and truly… trapped.
You hide behind those fences. You hide from the world. Come out of your shell. Show yourself to the world. You true self. That’s the only way you will grow.
Priya
What I’ve been stuck behind my entire life. Possibility of escaping: none.
Hera
getting a dead body after a long time..
Nishanth
I think there’s a wall
between what you want
and what you have,
and a lot of times
that wall is being mute,
silence filling the air
like broken glass
fills a kitchen floor.
Something happens,
and tensions ensue,
and ties are broken,
conversation resistant
to continue.
Fences are
merely lines
we cannot cross
that we create for ourselves.
They are unnecessary.
fences keep thing in and out. they are around anything thats worth protecting from intruders. they are also used when trying to keep dangerous things isolated. come in all shapes and sizes. fencing is a sport
ant
White pickets fences in the yard. That is what i always dreamt of. Instead i got barbed wire and jail cells. All becasue i could not keep a secret. A secret of my past; what i had done and who’s life i ruined.
I was sitting on the fence at first. Not sure what way I really wanted, no needed to go. It was the biggest choice of my life but right then it seemed to insignificant. Like my whole future didn’t depend on the words I was about to say to the world.
Fences keep us in. It’s like coloring inside the lines. We get in trouble when we stray outside, both in coloring and at home. Why do they insist on keeping us locked away inside? What’s the use? We’re going to get out eventually, the only that changes is the manner of escape.
Celeste
fences can block us all in. they can contain who a person really is. the can make u go insane or even make u rebel. fences are one thing most people intend on breaking down all fences in there life.
Beau
Fences are to keep the bad things out of our lives and homes, both figuratively and literally. They also keep things in. Children have to pass certain boundaries to be free and outsiders have to do the same to get in; sometimes they seem rather pointless. Then there’s the white picket fence dream. Many people frown down upon it, but just because it isn’t for them who are they to say that it’s wrong and “cliche”?
lauren
my fence is worn down. it used to be strong. i used it to keep others out. then i met you. you forced me to let down my fence. youre actions wore it down. i let you in.
when i walked the fence i discovered i was catlike and i wanted to hunt mice with the other men around me. the starry sky was something that was to be discovered as well but i could not because i was so blocked by the fence.
there is a fence. it holds me in. the expectations. im expected to stay inside my fence. i dont make my fence, i dont get to pick what color it is or how far it extends. i am here without a choice. people watch me while im in my fence. as long as im here i am safe. no one will hurt me. someday i want to get out. can i get out now? my fence is black. there is no handle. there is no door to my fence. i have to jump it. its tall and strong. theres no knocking it down. i have to climb. dig my nails in and scratch my way to the top. scratch my way to open land. to a place where there are no rules or expectations to a place where i am free.
allison billington
Fences. Spiked fences, like walls. They held her in, in that house where she never wanted to be. No escaping those fences.
The fences he has built around himself prevents me from getting closer to him. They are not the friendly white fences that has a neat small gate through which I might enter. These were iron ones with a locked gate that kept me out.
the fences line my yard. like castle walls they keep out the intruders. slippery little cats, oozing their way up to my door. splattered on the windows, like blood from your veins. the feelings invoked: insatiable.
Michael P.
Fences you build to keep me out, but little do you know Ill be like humpy dumpty and climb my way up in order to get to you, even if it means breaking a few bones.
Mayra
the enclose u, the hold you back, they keep you safe, but they never let you truly feel whats outside: the love, the hope, the joy, the happiness, the pain, the lost, the hurt…the life.
jenny
“What exactly does your boyfriend do?” she asked.
“He fences,” I answered. “Saber.”
I didn’t expect her to understand what that meant. I never expected to understand myself.
“Fences” reminds me of the song called…wait for it…”Fences” by the French band, Phoenix. I heard it today and now it’s in my head again. Thank you. (But really. It’s a good song.)
Fences can feel like jail when you’re a kid. I enjoyed climbing fences and getting to the other side. You always imagine there are better things on the other side.
Lizzie glanced out the window and pushed her short, wild frizzy hair out of her eyes. Barbed wire fences rolled by for what seemed like endless miles and she couldn’t control the trapped feeling bubbling up inside of her. Fences always made her uneasy. They were always their to keep something trapped in, or sometimes even more menacingly, keep something from getting in.
jackie
White and picketed. Signs held up in place by those who protest.. what they do not know about from both sides. Because the other side is always greener.
Bagman79
I’ll be honest. I spent a whole minute thinking about everything except fences.
Alyssa Johnson
“Do you think this will help us toward mending fences?” asked Barbara to Don. She placed the flower arrangement at the foot of his hospital bed. His knife wounds were starting to itch under the bandages.
Fences? Like, the thing that keeps people out? This is my word? Jeebus. Kay. Fences. Well, Fences are fantastic inventions that allow people to maintain their territory from others. But really, it just keeps the world from discovering who you are.
No.
fences against us with endless pretenses. outlines of chalk, they’re what the cement says. storm clouds a-coming and we’ve got no defenses.
The white fences which separated the two yards served as a much needed barrier between the two feuding families.
megan
Fences are just barriers and metaphorical or not, they are meant to contian or keep out. Fences are built around our homes for privacy. This society is ruled by privacy. Everyone has secrets that they keep to themselves. That is because of no trust. Our society has declined to that of liar, theives and jerks.
fences against us, backs to beams. I wonder if those jaws still haunt your dreams.
I would say as surely as they gleamed,
they appear in mine from between the seams.
They say good fences make good neighbors, but they don’t do much for neighbor dogs. My dog and the dog next door get along fine when they meet nose to nose on the street, but when they’re on opposite sides of the fence, they want to kill each other.
There were three, right in front of her. Hugo seeemd to gather himself up and then launched. It was like flying, being borne away by the breeze. It felt right, her and Hugo as one, their bodies operating as a whole.
Fences make good defenses against foes of man and beast.
pickets and pickets galore, linear lines sequences of virtices
Fences. Title of an August Wilson play I have yet to read. Maker of good neighbors. Divider. Made sometimes of picket.
linked in octagons
trimmed with barbed teeth
not as good as brick
but fences do the trick
Fences aren’t always put up to keep people away or in. Sometimes they’re ornamental. Sometimes they say, “look how pretty I am! Come in; the latch is simple.” And when that’s the case, we can tell.
I was surrounded by fences. Suppressing a sigh, I kicked one over.
Another sprouted.
And another.
And another.
My heart crashed and burned. I was stuck. Well and truly… trapped.
You hide behind those fences. You hide from the world. Come out of your shell. Show yourself to the world. You true self. That’s the only way you will grow.
What I’ve been stuck behind my entire life. Possibility of escaping: none.
getting a dead body after a long time..
I think there’s a wall
between what you want
and what you have,
and a lot of times
that wall is being mute,
silence filling the air
like broken glass
fills a kitchen floor.
Something happens,
and tensions ensue,
and ties are broken,
conversation resistant
to continue.
Fences are
merely lines
we cannot cross
that we create for ourselves.
They are unnecessary.
fences keep thing in and out. they are around anything thats worth protecting from intruders. they are also used when trying to keep dangerous things isolated. come in all shapes and sizes. fencing is a sport
White pickets fences in the yard. That is what i always dreamt of. Instead i got barbed wire and jail cells. All becasue i could not keep a secret. A secret of my past; what i had done and who’s life i ruined.
Fences? Oh god, the pressure.
I was sitting on the fence at first. Not sure what way I really wanted, no needed to go. It was the biggest choice of my life but right then it seemed to insignificant. Like my whole future didn’t depend on the words I was about to say to the world.
Fences keep us in. It’s like coloring inside the lines. We get in trouble when we stray outside, both in coloring and at home. Why do they insist on keeping us locked away inside? What’s the use? We’re going to get out eventually, the only that changes is the manner of escape.
fences can block us all in. they can contain who a person really is. the can make u go insane or even make u rebel. fences are one thing most people intend on breaking down all fences in there life.
Fences are to keep the bad things out of our lives and homes, both figuratively and literally. They also keep things in. Children have to pass certain boundaries to be free and outsiders have to do the same to get in; sometimes they seem rather pointless. Then there’s the white picket fence dream. Many people frown down upon it, but just because it isn’t for them who are they to say that it’s wrong and “cliche”?
my fence is worn down. it used to be strong. i used it to keep others out. then i met you. you forced me to let down my fence. youre actions wore it down. i let you in.
when i walked the fence i discovered i was catlike and i wanted to hunt mice with the other men around me. the starry sky was something that was to be discovered as well but i could not because i was so blocked by the fence.
there is a fence. it holds me in. the expectations. im expected to stay inside my fence. i dont make my fence, i dont get to pick what color it is or how far it extends. i am here without a choice. people watch me while im in my fence. as long as im here i am safe. no one will hurt me. someday i want to get out. can i get out now? my fence is black. there is no handle. there is no door to my fence. i have to jump it. its tall and strong. theres no knocking it down. i have to climb. dig my nails in and scratch my way to the top. scratch my way to open land. to a place where there are no rules or expectations to a place where i am free.
Fences. Spiked fences, like walls. They held her in, in that house where she never wanted to be. No escaping those fences.
They keep in just as much as they keep out.
The fences he has built around himself prevents me from getting closer to him. They are not the friendly white fences that has a neat small gate through which I might enter. These were iron ones with a locked gate that kept me out.
the fences line my yard. like castle walls they keep out the intruders. slippery little cats, oozing their way up to my door. splattered on the windows, like blood from your veins. the feelings invoked: insatiable.
Fences you build to keep me out, but little do you know Ill be like humpy dumpty and climb my way up in order to get to you, even if it means breaking a few bones.
the enclose u, the hold you back, they keep you safe, but they never let you truly feel whats outside: the love, the hope, the joy, the happiness, the pain, the lost, the hurt…the life.
“What exactly does your boyfriend do?” she asked.
“He fences,” I answered. “Saber.”
I didn’t expect her to understand what that meant. I never expected to understand myself.
“Fences” reminds me of the song called…wait for it…”Fences” by the French band, Phoenix. I heard it today and now it’s in my head again. Thank you. (But really. It’s a good song.)
Fences can feel like jail when you’re a kid. I enjoyed climbing fences and getting to the other side. You always imagine there are better things on the other side.
Lizzie glanced out the window and pushed her short, wild frizzy hair out of her eyes. Barbed wire fences rolled by for what seemed like endless miles and she couldn’t control the trapped feeling bubbling up inside of her. Fences always made her uneasy. They were always their to keep something trapped in, or sometimes even more menacingly, keep something from getting in.
White and picketed. Signs held up in place by those who protest.. what they do not know about from both sides. Because the other side is always greener.
I’ll be honest. I spent a whole minute thinking about everything except fences.
“Do you think this will help us toward mending fences?” asked Barbara to Don. She placed the flower arrangement at the foot of his hospital bed. His knife wounds were starting to itch under the bandages.
Fences? Like, the thing that keeps people out? This is my word? Jeebus. Kay. Fences. Well, Fences are fantastic inventions that allow people to maintain their territory from others. But really, it just keeps the world from discovering who you are.
fences against us with endless pretenses. outlines of chalk, they’re what the cement says. storm clouds a-coming and we’ve got no defenses.
The white fences which separated the two yards served as a much needed barrier between the two feuding families.
Fences are just barriers and metaphorical or not, they are meant to contian or keep out. Fences are built around our homes for privacy. This society is ruled by privacy. Everyone has secrets that they keep to themselves. That is because of no trust. Our society has declined to that of liar, theives and jerks.
fences against us, backs to beams. I wonder if those jaws still haunt your dreams.
I would say as surely as they gleamed,
they appear in mine from between the seams.
They say good fences make good neighbors, but they don’t do much for neighbor dogs. My dog and the dog next door get along fine when they meet nose to nose on the street, but when they’re on opposite sides of the fence, they want to kill each other.