I always wanted a loft bedroom. White bare wood walls and a hardwood floor.
I would love to have a loft with skylights to take photographs in.
My college friend Dodie had a loft bed. It looked uncomfortable.
rachelzana
Theres a pig in a loft that sings a song of commies. Ho there, cool breeze I’ve got a needle in my loft. Can you find it? No, sir, there’s a damn pig in my way.
He leaned over the edge of the spiral staircase and grinned at me. “What do you think? Pretty great, right?” I smiled back. “Yeah, if we had like, four billion more dollars.” He laughed and threw a pillow down at my face.
There was a big loft about a mile uptown. It was abandoned and there was a little old lady that like to traverse up there. She would stay there for hours. Just mooing at it.
I feel the wind pull the rope across the deck as we are aloft on the airship. The air-ship keeps rising in the gathering wind and we take flight on the zephyr.
The loft was empty, warm, and seemed inviting. How could a young couple resist it? But before long, their play was interrupted. The smell of fire from underneath, and restless horses stamping got their attention quickly enough. But maybe not before it was too late.
I already wrote about the word loft. Then this site asked for my e-mail address. I hate when they do that-just give me the information, please! Most people I know have addresses for spam.
Krat
A place where people go to think. Quiet. Solitude. It gives you privacy, clears your mind. It can be a home, or a living room, even a kitchen under the right conditions. A bonding place when you need just a little while. Love.
Aric Boucher
My loft in New York City when I grow older will have an old school charm mixed with a lovely white laid back feeling. It will be filled with lots of goodies that give comfort and class to the room. My own bachelor pad.
Brittany`
she slept there every night. and she stared up, up, up at the crack in the ceiling because there she could see the stars. there they looked back at her and they made her feel less alone.
tate
Ah, so lofty, so beyond anything the lowly could comprehend. The lowly being the gutter rats of College Avenue, kicking an orphaned croquet ball down the curb. We’d aim for his hat.
velocityjones
Isn’t a loft a kind of apartment? I always picture it with the mix of regular wall or wood paneling and brick. It reminds me of someone very artsy. Or trendy. Whichever.
Nada
i dont have a loft. i want one though, cuz i live in an apartment. i hate living in an apartment. i wish i had a house. one day, when i grow up, i will have my own dream house. yessir I WILL. <333333
yea thats too optimistic for me.
Hello
Loft.
As I looked down from my loft apartment, I could see the city beneath me. Somewhere out out there, was Alex.
When was the last time I had seen him?
I still wonder if I made the right choice.
But, I snap back to my book.
And drink my sprite.
Alice
“What’s up above?”
“Oh, you know, the usual. The stars. The sky.”
“Ah.”
“Move; your face is blocking the view. Stop looking over me. Your hair tickles.”
“Well, I do want you to stare at heaven, don’t I?”
Emily
I live in the loft, up stairs. But not the kind I want to be in. I want to live in a loft in Williamsburg or Greenwich starving; with friends with their own talents. Each of them so different and bringing something to the table, maybe even literally. Non conformists conforming to each other is what I want. And I don’t have it. More seriously though I want to be far away living a different life.
Haley Ameral
It is an airy space between the earth and the sky. Lovely and free. Can you float? So it is.
Vanya
The place I go when I need time alone. Almost like an attic, but without so many words and with a much softer name. When I’m in my comfort zone, I feel like nothing can touch me. I am secure and I am safe. Only with security can you have peace of mind. This is what I believe in, regarding the loft.
I would LOVE to live in an NYC loft in Soho. A big, airy, loft, full of light and sparse furniture. Of course I could never afford one. But it’s nice to dream.
i have a loft in my house. it’s upstairs of course and it overlooks the living room. it has a banister that seperates it from the rest of the house. it also reminds me of ann taylor loft where my mom likes to shop sometimes. it’s a synonym for the word haven which for some reason reminds me of a barn and who wants to be a millionaire.
Devin
attic trianggle roof squashes the vertically inclined. In the middle, I am safe. Do not blame me for bad posture – it is this loft we;re in.
jesse
lately, i swear i’ve been wandering too much. all alone. outside in the loft. :)
Hussain Yamin
Sitting up there, day-dreaming, I began to realize something. I was not who I said I was. I am who I am. Thinking about all of the lies that made up my life, made me realize that I was not alone. I was never alone.
I think I’m going to loft my bed
he told me on the internet, scores of miles apart, a handful of months after he dropped me out of his business and told me I wasn’t allowed in his room
I am so lofty. Lofty lofty lofty. How can I write with this loft in my telephonical ampashingat? That’s not a word but I just have to keep writing about lofty. Lof is ancient greek for mechanical whiz. That’s not true sorry I lied. But it’s true I swear it’s true to the highest term. Like Barack Obama you are a lying mama.
Connor
The loft was my secret hide-out, my escape from everyone, my solitude. It was there I could be with myself and not worry about the others.
Danelle
It was musty up in the loft, as if no one had been there for a very long time. Dust draped itself over the furniture like a lover, nuzzled into small creases and dark places. Light oozed in from a dirty window, like a snake into a mouse hole.
loft. I really want a loft apartment. My grandparents in florida had a loft in their house. I remember I would sit on it with my grandma before she passed away and we would play with toys. As i got older, i realized I wanted a loft. In New York. I wanted to escape and I would do that any way possible.
samantha.
I went to the hayloft,
with that farmer’s daughter that I loved,
and we shared wine
cheese
and stories.
And that was all.
I never got up the courage to let her know why I came in the first place.
And her heart remained a mystery.
He had lofty goals
Which was better than none at all
Coach at the college level
Own property
Be happy
None of these on his mind
As he exited is studio apartment
And walked to the restaurant where he worked
Sure to spend yet another night
Drunk
There was a loft above the bedroom of my solitary cabin. I hardly went up there during my 3 week hiatus from society. I feel as if I should have seen something there.
Michael Cheng
carrie, pavement cold cold cold extreme and not free, some dead vegatables on the floor, some dead people’s eyes.
Virginia
My brain feels a loft
Somewhere above the clouds
So distant that I don’t even know what it’s like to make contact anymore
When was I ever human?
How can I be like them?
As is customary in dreams, I was unable to lift my eyes. I just heard the pacing back and forth of what I was sure was a four-legged animal. Finally, my consciousness changed positions and I could see up into the loft. It was unmistakably an African Lion with his eyes trained on me, watching for any sudden movement to spring. Moments later, as I stood frozen from fear, the lion’s jaws opened, wider and wider, until I was sure they would snap apart.
a room about a house usually used as a bedroom most college campuses have lofts. They are used to utilize space in a small area.
chris
i went in the living to to loft on my couch. i had a very busy day of doing nothing because i dont have a job or have anything else to do like hobbies are friends to do things with.
ryan
i love to hang out in the loft and sing. it’s always really cold in there and all the kids love it a lot. there are nice comfy couches in the loft. there is an office that brian and erik share and it is very tiny, in the loft. the loft has many good memories and i very much enjoy being there.
kathryn
I wish I slept in the loft of my room. It’s quiet there. It’s nice – a good place. Surely, though, I would one day roll off and break my neck.
I always wanted a loft bedroom. White bare wood walls and a hardwood floor.
I would love to have a loft with skylights to take photographs in.
My college friend Dodie had a loft bed. It looked uncomfortable.
Theres a pig in a loft that sings a song of commies. Ho there, cool breeze I’ve got a needle in my loft. Can you find it? No, sir, there’s a damn pig in my way.
He leaned over the edge of the spiral staircase and grinned at me. “What do you think? Pretty great, right?” I smiled back. “Yeah, if we had like, four billion more dollars.” He laughed and threw a pillow down at my face.
There was a big loft about a mile uptown. It was abandoned and there was a little old lady that like to traverse up there. She would stay there for hours. Just mooing at it.
I feel the wind pull the rope across the deck as we are aloft on the airship. The air-ship keeps rising in the gathering wind and we take flight on the zephyr.
The loft above is silent. My heart pounds. There was a noise, a subtle shifting, now nothing. I breathe slowly, quietly to listen.
The loft was empty, warm, and seemed inviting. How could a young couple resist it? But before long, their play was interrupted. The smell of fire from underneath, and restless horses stamping got their attention quickly enough. But maybe not before it was too late.
I already wrote about the word loft. Then this site asked for my e-mail address. I hate when they do that-just give me the information, please! Most people I know have addresses for spam.
A place where people go to think. Quiet. Solitude. It gives you privacy, clears your mind. It can be a home, or a living room, even a kitchen under the right conditions. A bonding place when you need just a little while. Love.
My loft in New York City when I grow older will have an old school charm mixed with a lovely white laid back feeling. It will be filled with lots of goodies that give comfort and class to the room. My own bachelor pad.
she slept there every night. and she stared up, up, up at the crack in the ceiling because there she could see the stars. there they looked back at her and they made her feel less alone.
Ah, so lofty, so beyond anything the lowly could comprehend. The lowly being the gutter rats of College Avenue, kicking an orphaned croquet ball down the curb. We’d aim for his hat.
Isn’t a loft a kind of apartment? I always picture it with the mix of regular wall or wood paneling and brick. It reminds me of someone very artsy. Or trendy. Whichever.
i dont have a loft. i want one though, cuz i live in an apartment. i hate living in an apartment. i wish i had a house. one day, when i grow up, i will have my own dream house. yessir I WILL. <333333
yea thats too optimistic for me.
Loft.
As I looked down from my loft apartment, I could see the city beneath me. Somewhere out out there, was Alex.
When was the last time I had seen him?
I still wonder if I made the right choice.
But, I snap back to my book.
And drink my sprite.
“What’s up above?”
“Oh, you know, the usual. The stars. The sky.”
“Ah.”
“Move; your face is blocking the view. Stop looking over me. Your hair tickles.”
“Well, I do want you to stare at heaven, don’t I?”
I live in the loft, up stairs. But not the kind I want to be in. I want to live in a loft in Williamsburg or Greenwich starving; with friends with their own talents. Each of them so different and bringing something to the table, maybe even literally. Non conformists conforming to each other is what I want. And I don’t have it. More seriously though I want to be far away living a different life.
It is an airy space between the earth and the sky. Lovely and free. Can you float? So it is.
The place I go when I need time alone. Almost like an attic, but without so many words and with a much softer name. When I’m in my comfort zone, I feel like nothing can touch me. I am secure and I am safe. Only with security can you have peace of mind. This is what I believe in, regarding the loft.
I would LOVE to live in an NYC loft in Soho. A big, airy, loft, full of light and sparse furniture. Of course I could never afford one. But it’s nice to dream.
i have a loft in my house. it’s upstairs of course and it overlooks the living room. it has a banister that seperates it from the rest of the house. it also reminds me of ann taylor loft where my mom likes to shop sometimes. it’s a synonym for the word haven which for some reason reminds me of a barn and who wants to be a millionaire.
attic trianggle roof squashes the vertically inclined. In the middle, I am safe. Do not blame me for bad posture – it is this loft we;re in.
lately, i swear i’ve been wandering too much. all alone. outside in the loft. :)
Sitting up there, day-dreaming, I began to realize something. I was not who I said I was. I am who I am. Thinking about all of the lies that made up my life, made me realize that I was not alone. I was never alone.
i want a loft apartment, the ball went flying over the loft. loft to have you visit. loft i want one
I think I’m going to loft my bed
he told me on the internet, scores of miles apart, a handful of months after he dropped me out of his business and told me I wasn’t allowed in his room
I am so lofty. Lofty lofty lofty. How can I write with this loft in my telephonical ampashingat? That’s not a word but I just have to keep writing about lofty. Lof is ancient greek for mechanical whiz. That’s not true sorry I lied. But it’s true I swear it’s true to the highest term. Like Barack Obama you are a lying mama.
The loft was my secret hide-out, my escape from everyone, my solitude. It was there I could be with myself and not worry about the others.
It was musty up in the loft, as if no one had been there for a very long time. Dust draped itself over the furniture like a lover, nuzzled into small creases and dark places. Light oozed in from a dirty window, like a snake into a mouse hole.
loft. I really want a loft apartment. My grandparents in florida had a loft in their house. I remember I would sit on it with my grandma before she passed away and we would play with toys. As i got older, i realized I wanted a loft. In New York. I wanted to escape and I would do that any way possible.
I went to the hayloft,
with that farmer’s daughter that I loved,
and we shared wine
cheese
and stories.
And that was all.
I never got up the courage to let her know why I came in the first place.
And her heart remained a mystery.
He had lofty goals
Which was better than none at all
Coach at the college level
Own property
Be happy
None of these on his mind
As he exited is studio apartment
And walked to the restaurant where he worked
Sure to spend yet another night
Drunk
There was a loft above the bedroom of my solitary cabin. I hardly went up there during my 3 week hiatus from society. I feel as if I should have seen something there.
carrie, pavement cold cold cold extreme and not free, some dead vegatables on the floor, some dead people’s eyes.
My brain feels a loft
Somewhere above the clouds
So distant that I don’t even know what it’s like to make contact anymore
When was I ever human?
How can I be like them?
As is customary in dreams, I was unable to lift my eyes. I just heard the pacing back and forth of what I was sure was a four-legged animal. Finally, my consciousness changed positions and I could see up into the loft. It was unmistakably an African Lion with his eyes trained on me, watching for any sudden movement to spring. Moments later, as I stood frozen from fear, the lion’s jaws opened, wider and wider, until I was sure they would snap apart.
a room about a house usually used as a bedroom most college campuses have lofts. They are used to utilize space in a small area.
i went in the living to to loft on my couch. i had a very busy day of doing nothing because i dont have a job or have anything else to do like hobbies are friends to do things with.
i love to hang out in the loft and sing. it’s always really cold in there and all the kids love it a lot. there are nice comfy couches in the loft. there is an office that brian and erik share and it is very tiny, in the loft. the loft has many good memories and i very much enjoy being there.
I wish I slept in the loft of my room. It’s quiet there. It’s nice – a good place. Surely, though, I would one day roll off and break my neck.