The word roof looks odd; I mean think about it. Write it out. R O O F. Doesn’t seem right, does it? But the problem is Roough doesn’t look right, doesn’t sound right, neither does rof, roef, or rofe. In the end I think the double o is just odd.
Goat
over my head
underneath is my bed
bright red
keeps me dry
i look up above and sigh
i wonder “what is the color of the sky?”
ivy
my house i love it third floor designer white colorfull fan light cool sky
Praveen
Tiles glinted in the afternoon heat. Joel shifted, his thighs burning. Maybe waiting up here wasn’t a good idea. At least he could have brought a drink.
Below, his vitim, stretched out beside her turquoise pool. Her cocktail tempted him more than her smooth skin and languid ease. Each time she drank, Joel heard ice chinking.
Dame
He sat on the rooftop, peering down at the street below, musing at the large crowd that had gathered at the spice market.
Cate
i wanted to climb on the roof but my grandmother wouldn’t allow it, she was too frightened for me. little did she know that i would be climbing on the roof without her knowing. i used to sit up there smoking cloves in the summer time, taking naps on the roof, waiting for my boyfriend to get off work. we are married now. and the roof is a nice memory of my last teenage year.
mrs.bish
Ideas dripping thoughtfully off the side of the roof remind us how creative we are in feigning; aloof.
nightshine
i sat on the rooftop, contemplating my life as i stared up at the stars. my life was so far from being complete. but with you i felt so at home. and now he is gone. and here i am sitting on top of my roof, staring at the stars, wondering where you went and where the time went. i wished that night upon that star. i loved you. i still do
chelsea
the roofs of america are being broken down by commy acid rain delegates straight from germany. the war will never stop. hitler lives in the clouds and god sees it, doing nothing about it. there are ways to prevent this however without nazi justice raining down upon your metaphorical jewish roofs.
Bradley Svehla
in this one moment we look for a roof over our heads. we find meaning in a home we never knew. we find what we are looking for in four walls and roof over our heads. we find false self assurance in practicality and know nothing else.
Bender
The roof fell down on them as they tried to escape the burning building.
steve
the mans roof leaked a little bit, the paint was cracking in more than a few places and you could see it yellowing and breaking away. The roof captivated me for some time.
John C.
Standing unsteadily on the sloped roof, your mother smiled down at us, drowsy and exultant. When she jumped she was still smiling.
Hammie
i remember us on the roof. it was the fourth of july and we’re somewhere in the ghetto, watching fireworks explode and i call him and he says he cannot talk right now.
lauren
I’m really tired…too tired to think of something clever about the word “roof.” The only thing I can think of is a book I read where they named their baby Rufus but called him Roof (spelled that way) for short. Not too interesting. The book itself was okay, pretty good except I’m not a huge fan of babies or things about babies.
so
only one way down. not a great way either. NOT looking forward to it. Better than a ceiling though – already on top!
Dan
Tap dancing on the roof is potentially hazardous to your health, you could fall off and hurt your neck, for one.
lisa
I was working on a church friends roof the other day. He is a retired marine and perhaps the coolest and funniest guy ever.
Philip
i had a table
but now i don’t
i used to sleep under it
and eat under it
make love under it
hide under it
almost as good as a house
or a box but not quite, really
now all i have is this fucking umbrella
LN.M.
As we move along the shore all we see is the buried rubble and the smoke. We move through the fog cautiosly. all that is left is famine and roofs.
bill
one time there was a possum in my roof
it made alot of noise.
i couldnt sleep.
catt
i want to lay down on the roof with you at night and talk about anything and everything that comes to mind.
katie
If you’re the roof then I’m the sky
Heights so great it’ll leave you blind
Scan the distance from you to I
and shelter what you’ve hidden inside
While I hold hostage satellites
Rawn
the roof was on fire. even though we didnt think to run away from it, we decided that it smelled kind of good. way up there in the woods it smelled like the roof burning and there sat a man holding a match. he just lit a tobacco pipe and grunts. ‘maybe next time’ he thinks.
abi
I wish I had a roof to climb up and sit on during the summer, just like in the movies.
Katie
and then as the roof fell in I wondered ¿how come the kittens ran away? it was a dark and dreary day for reason. Perhaps a day that would later be remembered by the deat of old Guillerm but still a day with hiddebn victories.
Mateo Sanin
I was on the roof of my apartment in Albany NY. A place I affectionately call Smallbany. I loved that apartment across from the park full of flowering trees and tulips. My English Boxer and Mini Lop Eared Rabbit would frequent that park with me. Yes, I said I took my rabbit to the park, regularly.
djh
the roof of my house never did leak but some nights i wish i had none but a thick cover on my bed in the middle of a snowstorm and i would feel great
mikael
When i was a child my parents fixed our leakey roof. We used many pots and pans to hold the drips from all the leaks then one day we callled a roofer to fix the leaks. By the time he had fixed the leaks it was summer and we couldn’t tell if it was working or not.
shawn
there’s a roof above my head. sometimes i feel it is the most permanent thing about my life. everything else seems to be variable: will i see tomorrow, will i be able to find what i need to make my life worthwhile, while any of it matter? it doesn’t seem like much to other people, but it means more to me than i could possibly explain.
ben
How wonderful it feels to be atop a structure, looking down — free, above all influence. Free to be yourself. Free to be apart, not a part. What sheer brilliance. Away from it all.
intheend
I don’t know the meaning of roof
is that the sound dogs make?
what’s that green thing up there?
oh now it’s turning orange
so this is my last sentence? can I write and write and write until my fingers bleed? how do you know I’m not gonna write more once i finish this sentence?
GOD
something to cover, to hold in the warmth,the and laughter and life, the light and the talking. the hair on the head, smoke emerging into a cold misty dawn.
Garrett Bruster
the top of the roof was red.. i wanted to jump because it made me angry but then i looked to the sky and saw it was blue. that made me sad. mmy willing to to jump frightened me. but i was so taken by the blue sky that i took a seat…. shed a tear. and ate a cookie.
Blu
my house is burning
the flames licking my toes
the fire scorching my skin
the roof collapes,
i feel the heat eat at my body
my life slips away and the fire burns down
i die
taylor
i went atop the roof and sang at the top of my voice i had no idea what to say or what i was trying to get accross but the words came out like pouring water and i stood there, with my soul to the wind like i’d never been happy before and i never would be again. i didn’t know what to do after that so i jumped on the roof of the train.
kay
Cannot think of roof without hearing “the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!” Will my children know such classics? I must teach them. ;)
Amy
up on the roof tops we perch at night,
out thoughts swirl with the fading light
they ebb and flow and bleed and stay
the sun goes down on a finished day.
kaykay
I like rooftops in the summer time. One of the places I spend the most time at is the roof of the student union while at work. I like to spy on people walking below and laugh or cry. Don’t let them know that, though. We all spend so much time and money trying to be normal in college.
kaitlyn
she was alone in her room thinking of you and the ties you two played on the roof.
The word roof looks odd; I mean think about it. Write it out. R O O F. Doesn’t seem right, does it? But the problem is Roough doesn’t look right, doesn’t sound right, neither does rof, roef, or rofe. In the end I think the double o is just odd.
over my head
underneath is my bed
bright red
keeps me dry
i look up above and sigh
i wonder “what is the color of the sky?”
my house i love it third floor designer white colorfull fan light cool sky
Tiles glinted in the afternoon heat. Joel shifted, his thighs burning. Maybe waiting up here wasn’t a good idea. At least he could have brought a drink.
Below, his vitim, stretched out beside her turquoise pool. Her cocktail tempted him more than her smooth skin and languid ease. Each time she drank, Joel heard ice chinking.
He sat on the rooftop, peering down at the street below, musing at the large crowd that had gathered at the spice market.
i wanted to climb on the roof but my grandmother wouldn’t allow it, she was too frightened for me. little did she know that i would be climbing on the roof without her knowing. i used to sit up there smoking cloves in the summer time, taking naps on the roof, waiting for my boyfriend to get off work. we are married now. and the roof is a nice memory of my last teenage year.
Ideas dripping thoughtfully off the side of the roof remind us how creative we are in feigning; aloof.
i sat on the rooftop, contemplating my life as i stared up at the stars. my life was so far from being complete. but with you i felt so at home. and now he is gone. and here i am sitting on top of my roof, staring at the stars, wondering where you went and where the time went. i wished that night upon that star. i loved you. i still do
the roofs of america are being broken down by commy acid rain delegates straight from germany. the war will never stop. hitler lives in the clouds and god sees it, doing nothing about it. there are ways to prevent this however without nazi justice raining down upon your metaphorical jewish roofs.
in this one moment we look for a roof over our heads. we find meaning in a home we never knew. we find what we are looking for in four walls and roof over our heads. we find false self assurance in practicality and know nothing else.
The roof fell down on them as they tried to escape the burning building.
the mans roof leaked a little bit, the paint was cracking in more than a few places and you could see it yellowing and breaking away. The roof captivated me for some time.
Standing unsteadily on the sloped roof, your mother smiled down at us, drowsy and exultant. When she jumped she was still smiling.
i remember us on the roof. it was the fourth of july and we’re somewhere in the ghetto, watching fireworks explode and i call him and he says he cannot talk right now.
I’m really tired…too tired to think of something clever about the word “roof.” The only thing I can think of is a book I read where they named their baby Rufus but called him Roof (spelled that way) for short. Not too interesting. The book itself was okay, pretty good except I’m not a huge fan of babies or things about babies.
only one way down. not a great way either. NOT looking forward to it. Better than a ceiling though – already on top!
Tap dancing on the roof is potentially hazardous to your health, you could fall off and hurt your neck, for one.
I was working on a church friends roof the other day. He is a retired marine and perhaps the coolest and funniest guy ever.
i had a table
but now i don’t
i used to sleep under it
and eat under it
make love under it
hide under it
almost as good as a house
or a box but not quite, really
now all i have is this fucking umbrella
As we move along the shore all we see is the buried rubble and the smoke. We move through the fog cautiosly. all that is left is famine and roofs.
one time there was a possum in my roof
it made alot of noise.
i couldnt sleep.
i want to lay down on the roof with you at night and talk about anything and everything that comes to mind.
If you’re the roof then I’m the sky
Heights so great it’ll leave you blind
Scan the distance from you to I
and shelter what you’ve hidden inside
While I hold hostage satellites
the roof was on fire. even though we didnt think to run away from it, we decided that it smelled kind of good. way up there in the woods it smelled like the roof burning and there sat a man holding a match. he just lit a tobacco pipe and grunts. ‘maybe next time’ he thinks.
I wish I had a roof to climb up and sit on during the summer, just like in the movies.
and then as the roof fell in I wondered ¿how come the kittens ran away? it was a dark and dreary day for reason. Perhaps a day that would later be remembered by the deat of old Guillerm but still a day with hiddebn victories.
I was on the roof of my apartment in Albany NY. A place I affectionately call Smallbany. I loved that apartment across from the park full of flowering trees and tulips. My English Boxer and Mini Lop Eared Rabbit would frequent that park with me. Yes, I said I took my rabbit to the park, regularly.
the roof of my house never did leak but some nights i wish i had none but a thick cover on my bed in the middle of a snowstorm and i would feel great
When i was a child my parents fixed our leakey roof. We used many pots and pans to hold the drips from all the leaks then one day we callled a roofer to fix the leaks. By the time he had fixed the leaks it was summer and we couldn’t tell if it was working or not.
there’s a roof above my head. sometimes i feel it is the most permanent thing about my life. everything else seems to be variable: will i see tomorrow, will i be able to find what i need to make my life worthwhile, while any of it matter? it doesn’t seem like much to other people, but it means more to me than i could possibly explain.
How wonderful it feels to be atop a structure, looking down — free, above all influence. Free to be yourself. Free to be apart, not a part. What sheer brilliance. Away from it all.
I don’t know the meaning of roof
is that the sound dogs make?
what’s that green thing up there?
oh now it’s turning orange
so this is my last sentence? can I write and write and write until my fingers bleed? how do you know I’m not gonna write more once i finish this sentence?
something to cover, to hold in the warmth,the and laughter and life, the light and the talking. the hair on the head, smoke emerging into a cold misty dawn.
the top of the roof was red.. i wanted to jump because it made me angry but then i looked to the sky and saw it was blue. that made me sad. mmy willing to to jump frightened me. but i was so taken by the blue sky that i took a seat…. shed a tear. and ate a cookie.
my house is burning
the flames licking my toes
the fire scorching my skin
the roof collapes,
i feel the heat eat at my body
my life slips away and the fire burns down
i die
i went atop the roof and sang at the top of my voice i had no idea what to say or what i was trying to get accross but the words came out like pouring water and i stood there, with my soul to the wind like i’d never been happy before and i never would be again. i didn’t know what to do after that so i jumped on the roof of the train.
Cannot think of roof without hearing “the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!” Will my children know such classics? I must teach them. ;)
up on the roof tops we perch at night,
out thoughts swirl with the fading light
they ebb and flow and bleed and stay
the sun goes down on a finished day.
I like rooftops in the summer time. One of the places I spend the most time at is the roof of the student union while at work. I like to spy on people walking below and laugh or cry. Don’t let them know that, though. We all spend so much time and money trying to be normal in college.
she was alone in her room thinking of you and the ties you two played on the roof.