up here the stars are shining so brightly, there isn’t anything between them and my eyes. No glass, or window screens, or screaming. Up here on the rooftop I can be alone and be myself with the stars.
amber
Rain hits the roof and makes a sound that puts me to sleep. In my dreams I think of you. What I miss in the day, I make up for at night to the sound of the rain on the roof.
Caitlin N
there is a roof on the building im in. i live in it. some roofs (rooves?) are tin. tin roofs. (rooves?). when it rains, water pours off the roof.
drip.
drip.
it keeps me dry. i love my roof. some people don’t have a roof. they have to hide… in boxes on the street. in whatever they can find.
Caryn
the top of the roof was high, so high that you couldn’t see where it ended. It seemed as though the building was an entrance to a pit of darkness.
roof to the end
The top of our haven of safety. Sometimes it leaks, sometimes it’s waterproof. The anology: Corporate America is leaking!
Larry Underwood
I quietly stepped out of my window onto my roof. The shingles felt sturdy and beneath my feet. I slowly tested the ground, my bag over my shoulder. Everything was going fine so far.
I could see Timmy and the gang waiting at the end of the driveway. Kathy gestured up at me from where she stood below my window. I eased my back down into her outstretched arms. Now all I had to do was jump…
cuethesun
I sit, not because I am tired, but because standing on a roof poses very problematic, but not so much as sitting.
There is no beauty in waiting for something to happen.
Scotch
Kris is obsessed with roofs… when we were looking at houses he was prepared with a full list of quetsions to ask. He was always talking about them. I think it’s a man thing, because I don’t really care about our roof. As long as it doesn’t leak, of course. I hate those water stains some people have on their ceilings and the tops of their walls. Yuck.
NancyCz
The roof of the house was a burnt orange. It stood out from the rest of the neighbourhood’s blue and grey roofs. Birds flocked to it and the house cats ran up to it. When the stars were out, the children took their sleeping bags to the roof.
A
The roof was high up, but I still managed to reach it. The rails were rusty, but I still got there. I slipped, but I still managed. The roof was odd in the twilight, odd in that way where the hairs on your neck stand up and someone could be watching you … waiting
Rosencrantz
she was sitting on the roof, trying to escape from all of the terrible noises that were surrounding her in her house. there was the sound of her parents fighting, and her brothers angry music. her little sister was watching barney and the sound was floating out to her, and she could hear it on the porch.
brittany
i’m sick. even my orange popsicle makes my throat hurt. the roof of my mouth is on fire. can someone knock me out, please?
velvet
I was sat on the roof, looking out into the black dark, it’s always darkest before the dawn. A clear blue haze came over like a blanket being torn away by someone resless to wake.
The stars faded instantly, the roof and I dark against the skyline.
Kathie
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Hailey
Ari waited on the edge of the flat roof of the Smash Mansion. ‘Please don’t leave me waiting.’ She muttered. Why did she have to have fallen for the only prince in the world who wasn’t punctual. Her question was answered with a sudden crash.
“Stupid transdimentional piece of…” Lying a few feet away from the solar surfer I had stolen for him, was Prince Marth Lowell of Altea.
Hann
I remember when we sat of the roof all night,
Thinking, talking, believing,
That something more was possible,
That life and love did exist,
No matter what the critics said.
Aly
The roof was an exciting jumble of shingles, metals and other assorted materials. On this roof lived a crazy old man named Harry Hardson. This was the only man who lived on this roof because it was not a very large roof. Every morning, Harry would wake up and yell at the people on the bottom who would stare at the odd man on top of the roof. He would tell them that they are crazy and he is the sane one.
Oblongto
It was a tall building, topped with a flat roof. There was a garden there, trees, plants, even a small but quaint fountain.
Jane stood at the edge of the roof looking out over the city. Most of the buildings were tall, although not many as tall as this. She could see the other roofs from where she stood.
Monique C
In the roof of the house I saw a Chat. “Chat” Chat c’est le nom en francais pour “cat” I just didn’t remember how to write about it, but it was in the roof, staring at me, with those killer eyes of someone that’s about to assault.
laurie
the only thing that means something, God, life, Happiness
Joanne
Children without parents are like houses without roofs, skies without stars and trees without water.
Vu
from the roof i can see you leaving at night. you cross the street and look up at my house but you never see me. i sigh from the shadows and watch you leave, because i just cant talk to you yet. i’m still afraid.
B
I hit the roof, I was so mad. Nothing I did was ever right. Nothing good enough for him. I do it one way, it’s wrong. I do it his way, it’s still wrong. I can’t even do something to show him that I love him with out doing it wrong, in his mind. I can’t be there, and It’s wrong, for him. But did he ever think about what was right? For him, for me? What if I’m where I’m meant to be, what then? Why, why doesn’t he understand it?
Christina
Darkness evolved into daytime as the sun shone over the obstructions. I sat on the roof and watched it all happen. My life slipped from off of the smooth shingles and onto the dew that rested on the blades of grass below.
nese
The men stay outside and nail shingles onto the roof. The women stay inside and cook dinner. Why? Well, men do have more testosterone, which is conducive to physical labor. Are women inherently better at cooking, though? Or are guys just too lazy?
vish
The roof is pretty and cool and cuddly and soft and melty and cheesy and bricky and kitteny and frickin awesome and sweet and losery and gothy and skully and maxy and marony and macoroni and ruky .
Ruka
she waited up there. patiently. looking from on high. for a bird? a mouse? an innocent bystander to pounce on. kitty, please come down. you are making my daughter nervous. she is ready to call the firetruck to rescue you. you are too cool. looking high and mighty. while we wait.
marca
The trees are my roof. A ceiling offers nothing, blocks out the light.
Achlys
I sat on top of the roof yesterday.
It was quite nice.
Andrea
there is an animal on the roof, wearing big, thumping thwoking boots. Better than what was there last night: a hole, with the wind whooshing through and down, into my bed, whipping my hair up into a swirl, like water.
Vee
let’s sit on the roof together this summer, and watch the stars go by,
oh wait, it’s the sunrise now and we’re seeing the clouds drift on.
can I use you as my teddy tonight, a pillow of sorts? I rather like the idea of staying here on the roof with you tonight.
come on, lean closer, it’s only the summer sun keeping us warm..
don’t lean too close to the edge, it’s not time for a daredevil’s tricks, stay safe.
Samie
the roof was leaking – again – he hadn’t fixed the leak, and now the rain was pouring in, ruining the carpet, the furniture, the whole mood of the evening. Maybe he’s not the one, is he can’t even fix the roof…
priscilla
i could sit on a rooftop and watch the flowers grow. i could bring friends and ice cream, clouds, fairies, love. bird and I could sit on a rooftop and look at each other’s hands until the sun sets and the shingles cool down in the twilight.
treacy
a shivering whisper,
to the gray-eyed storm,
and children yell
against the wind,
a blanket flutters,
through breaths
of green
and shouting voices
dissolve
in harmonies
fallenpanda
she jumped off the roof once more, twice, again and again, and each time promised him she would never ever do it again. and oneday she decided not to. so she didn’t, and she’s only just realizing how important such a decision was, is, how precious breath can be.
dianna
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d
From the roof I stared up at the sky, vastly aware of just how small I really am.
Logan Bertram
up here there are people of all shapes and sizes. I look down upon them from a roof. They don’t see me. But I can see all of them. My vision is delightful and feel awesome to be able to visualize all the happenings of all these different sizes and shapes tints and shades and tones. It is the space between me and you. As I am up on a roof!
Alexis Snider
i stood on the roof looking over our small suburban neighborhood. he walked up behind me, grabbed my shoulders and said, ‘i’ve kicked the ladder down behind us.’ you have no way to escape, now. i look over our small suburban neighborhood again, suddenly it seems so big compared to this, the end of my day.
up here the stars are shining so brightly, there isn’t anything between them and my eyes. No glass, or window screens, or screaming. Up here on the rooftop I can be alone and be myself with the stars.
Rain hits the roof and makes a sound that puts me to sleep. In my dreams I think of you. What I miss in the day, I make up for at night to the sound of the rain on the roof.
there is a roof on the building im in. i live in it. some roofs (rooves?) are tin. tin roofs. (rooves?). when it rains, water pours off the roof.
drip.
drip.
it keeps me dry. i love my roof. some people don’t have a roof. they have to hide… in boxes on the street. in whatever they can find.
the top of the roof was high, so high that you couldn’t see where it ended. It seemed as though the building was an entrance to a pit of darkness.
The top of our haven of safety. Sometimes it leaks, sometimes it’s waterproof. The anology: Corporate America is leaking!
I quietly stepped out of my window onto my roof. The shingles felt sturdy and beneath my feet. I slowly tested the ground, my bag over my shoulder. Everything was going fine so far.
I could see Timmy and the gang waiting at the end of the driveway. Kathy gestured up at me from where she stood below my window. I eased my back down into her outstretched arms. Now all I had to do was jump…
I sit, not because I am tired, but because standing on a roof poses very problematic, but not so much as sitting.
There is no beauty in waiting for something to happen.
Kris is obsessed with roofs… when we were looking at houses he was prepared with a full list of quetsions to ask. He was always talking about them. I think it’s a man thing, because I don’t really care about our roof. As long as it doesn’t leak, of course. I hate those water stains some people have on their ceilings and the tops of their walls. Yuck.
The roof of the house was a burnt orange. It stood out from the rest of the neighbourhood’s blue and grey roofs. Birds flocked to it and the house cats ran up to it. When the stars were out, the children took their sleeping bags to the roof.
The roof was high up, but I still managed to reach it. The rails were rusty, but I still got there. I slipped, but I still managed. The roof was odd in the twilight, odd in that way where the hairs on your neck stand up and someone could be watching you … waiting
she was sitting on the roof, trying to escape from all of the terrible noises that were surrounding her in her house. there was the sound of her parents fighting, and her brothers angry music. her little sister was watching barney and the sound was floating out to her, and she could hear it on the porch.
i’m sick. even my orange popsicle makes my throat hurt. the roof of my mouth is on fire. can someone knock me out, please?
I was sat on the roof, looking out into the black dark, it’s always darkest before the dawn. A clear blue haze came over like a blanket being torn away by someone resless to wake.
The stars faded instantly, the roof and I dark against the skyline.
large tall and very covering protection smart and durable classy with shingles a veil for space and a place to stay a site to see the sky and a way to look at the stars and through the clouds stone wood grass
Ari waited on the edge of the flat roof of the Smash Mansion. ‘Please don’t leave me waiting.’ She muttered. Why did she have to have fallen for the only prince in the world who wasn’t punctual. Her question was answered with a sudden crash.
“Stupid transdimentional piece of…” Lying a few feet away from the solar surfer I had stolen for him, was Prince Marth Lowell of Altea.
I remember when we sat of the roof all night,
Thinking, talking, believing,
That something more was possible,
That life and love did exist,
No matter what the critics said.
The roof was an exciting jumble of shingles, metals and other assorted materials. On this roof lived a crazy old man named Harry Hardson. This was the only man who lived on this roof because it was not a very large roof. Every morning, Harry would wake up and yell at the people on the bottom who would stare at the odd man on top of the roof. He would tell them that they are crazy and he is the sane one.
It was a tall building, topped with a flat roof. There was a garden there, trees, plants, even a small but quaint fountain.
Jane stood at the edge of the roof looking out over the city. Most of the buildings were tall, although not many as tall as this. She could see the other roofs from where she stood.
In the roof of the house I saw a Chat. “Chat” Chat c’est le nom en francais pour “cat” I just didn’t remember how to write about it, but it was in the roof, staring at me, with those killer eyes of someone that’s about to assault.
the only thing that means something, God, life, Happiness
Children without parents are like houses without roofs, skies without stars and trees without water.
from the roof i can see you leaving at night. you cross the street and look up at my house but you never see me. i sigh from the shadows and watch you leave, because i just cant talk to you yet. i’m still afraid.
I hit the roof, I was so mad. Nothing I did was ever right. Nothing good enough for him. I do it one way, it’s wrong. I do it his way, it’s still wrong. I can’t even do something to show him that I love him with out doing it wrong, in his mind. I can’t be there, and It’s wrong, for him. But did he ever think about what was right? For him, for me? What if I’m where I’m meant to be, what then? Why, why doesn’t he understand it?
Darkness evolved into daytime as the sun shone over the obstructions. I sat on the roof and watched it all happen. My life slipped from off of the smooth shingles and onto the dew that rested on the blades of grass below.
The men stay outside and nail shingles onto the roof. The women stay inside and cook dinner. Why? Well, men do have more testosterone, which is conducive to physical labor. Are women inherently better at cooking, though? Or are guys just too lazy?
The roof is pretty and cool and cuddly and soft and melty and cheesy and bricky and kitteny and frickin awesome and sweet and losery and gothy and skully and maxy and marony and macoroni and ruky .
she waited up there. patiently. looking from on high. for a bird? a mouse? an innocent bystander to pounce on. kitty, please come down. you are making my daughter nervous. she is ready to call the firetruck to rescue you. you are too cool. looking high and mighty. while we wait.
The trees are my roof. A ceiling offers nothing, blocks out the light.
I sat on top of the roof yesterday.
It was quite nice.
there is an animal on the roof, wearing big, thumping thwoking boots. Better than what was there last night: a hole, with the wind whooshing through and down, into my bed, whipping my hair up into a swirl, like water.
let’s sit on the roof together this summer, and watch the stars go by,
oh wait, it’s the sunrise now and we’re seeing the clouds drift on.
can I use you as my teddy tonight, a pillow of sorts? I rather like the idea of staying here on the roof with you tonight.
come on, lean closer, it’s only the summer sun keeping us warm..
don’t lean too close to the edge, it’s not time for a daredevil’s tricks, stay safe.
the roof was leaking – again – he hadn’t fixed the leak, and now the rain was pouring in, ruining the carpet, the furniture, the whole mood of the evening. Maybe he’s not the one, is he can’t even fix the roof…
i could sit on a rooftop and watch the flowers grow. i could bring friends and ice cream, clouds, fairies, love. bird and I could sit on a rooftop and look at each other’s hands until the sun sets and the shingles cool down in the twilight.
a shivering whisper,
to the gray-eyed storm,
and children yell
against the wind,
a blanket flutters,
through breaths
of green
and shouting voices
dissolve
in harmonies
she jumped off the roof once more, twice, again and again, and each time promised him she would never ever do it again. and oneday she decided not to. so she didn’t, and she’s only just realizing how important such a decision was, is, how precious breath can be.
rooftop red violin viola Creole create don’t subjugate. write for a minute minute. Campbell’s soup is good food.
From the roof I stared up at the sky, vastly aware of just how small I really am.
up here there are people of all shapes and sizes. I look down upon them from a roof. They don’t see me. But I can see all of them. My vision is delightful and feel awesome to be able to visualize all the happenings of all these different sizes and shapes tints and shades and tones. It is the space between me and you. As I am up on a roof!
i stood on the roof looking over our small suburban neighborhood. he walked up behind me, grabbed my shoulders and said, ‘i’ve kicked the ladder down behind us.’ you have no way to escape, now. i look over our small suburban neighborhood again, suddenly it seems so big compared to this, the end of my day.
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