I am thinking of every window sill in my house. They used to be worn and old. Some still are. Some have been replaced by newer wood. Not as many splinters when I clean. Shiny. Visible grain. Smooth. Can a sill be happy? Ok mine are happy sills, the old and the new ones.
There is ash on the window sill from the juniper and sage. I think light thoughts even during the darkest times. I drop keys in the sand and use hone my intuition by finding them again. A riddle in the diddling of clouds and feathered tongues.
The windowsill was littered with empty coffee cups, keys, and love notes. I remember the times it was full of beautiful smelling flowers. The sun would hit them just right to make the room glow. I miss those days. Now the sun doesn’t shine. My curtains are always closed.
Leila
sill. a windowsill. something i look to to see where life has taken me, will take me , has taken me.wash, rinse repeat. it represents freedom or the potential of it.
S.S.
Sill or not to be sill is the question, and one that I do not have an answer too. Be that has it may, still I will do everything possible not to be sill.
silly is my man
silly is the man I love
silly is how i love to be around my man
and is just to fun to be around him and around us not just because we are silly but because we are happy. people are drawn to us because of our positive energy and good vibes
ana
The dust on the sill made her choke as she yanked the window up. She bit her lip and glanced back at her bedroom door, listening for any approaching footsteps. She had to be quieter if she was going to make a successful escape. She climbed through and climbed down the tree outside.
She sat on the sill and wiped her eyes. Her father was a stern man. He didn’t understand what it was like to be a teenage girl. Her problems WERE silly and dramatic, she was smart enough to know that. But they still seemed scary and big to her.
When i was young I loved to lay on the floor and play with the dust dancing in the rays of light and collecting on the window sill. The sun was warm and I couldnt have been happier with my toys. The warm sun and the dust on the sill.
Shawn Luther
I was watching the great tit perched on the window sill. He was so pretty and seemed to acknowledge me.
There was a slight crack of sunlight peeking in through the window. The drapes were slightly ajar in an unintended fashion. The way they hung was beautiful in its accidental nature.
The sun drifting in seemed as lazy as the afternoon. The small slit of light seemed representative of the day itself. I love lazy Sundays.
He sidled across the sill, wind whipping his clothes. He reached into the stone window. The princess would surely be inside! Inside there was a lizard. The princess had turned into a lizard! Luckily he had crickets and a lot of patience.
The burbling splutter before the tap gives way to a rush of water. In a daze she eases the rim of the cup into the stream, wondering if anything ever held its significance.
With a short reprieve by the window sill dusk dissolves into night — empty and boundless as the cup she now sets on the countertop.
Melody
A sill on every window, where those elbows withstand those faces. Smile and tears often come dripping. Unseen from outside, not as grand as the sashes, but as worthwhile as a sun on the night.
I don’t know what sill means. So I am going to talk about myself, I hate writing and I did this kind of test for fun. I hope it turns out to be a good thing or 60 seconds of my life will be lost for nothing!
Defne
You leave a candle burning on the window sill for me as you lay in bed, grieving. I come, but the candle does not draw me here; it is your grief that brings me. My molecules swirl around you, and the chill brings you goosebumps. You merely grumble about the draft and raise the blanket over you more snugly. My love, there is no draft. Look! See that the candle does not flicker! But you do not see. You lie in bed, wishing for me to contact you and do not see that I AM.
I can see it somewhere near. Nearer than the horizon. It’s coming and I know I have to take the step. I could ran away from it, but I know it will come eventually. I have to take the step over the sill.
this is the way it all began – the moment I knew I was falling. There were no flashes before my eyes as my feet slipped off the sill, there was only the rush of the wind in my ears and a few brief moments of doubt, fear, freedom, and mostly regret. I knew I would never regain that moment again – this was a one time deal and there was no way to go back. Time is like that you know, distant, cold and unforgiving. It does not leave room for anyone to ever go back.
this is the way it all began – the moment I knew I was falling. There were no flashes before my eyes as my feet slipped off the sill, there was only the rush of the wind in my ears and a few brief moments of doubt, fear, freedom, and mostly regret. I knew I would never regain that moment again – this was a one time deal and there was no way to go back. Time is like that you know, distant, cold and unforgiving. It does not leave room for anyone to ever go back.
Chelle
i’m sitting on the window sill
with you, syl
silly as usual, lost and confused but drawing up a storm
take 1+1= window
take you and i are friends, i guess
sisters, by necessity and cause and effect
lost but not but tired in the early morning late night tv lighted haze
.
Her hands still bore the imprint of the window sill. She must have been standing there, leaning for quite some time, he mused. And she did not look happy.
Everyday, I walk the same path to work. Recently I noticed this big sill on the floor, I often wonder how it got there. I guess I will never find out.
samuel
The window sill looked like it hadn’t been touched all this time. Ellie looked at it and thought about touching it, reclaiming this place to become her own, but she knew she couldn’t . It wasn’t her home. She could never have a home like this. So carefree. So bright.
she peered out from the sill, coated with the virgin frost of the season. She saw him there, in her yard, brown trench coat and red scarf disappearing back into the barren woods. why had he left?
Maya
What is sill? This word is new for me. I do not know its meaning. Do you know it?
Sill sound like mill. I guess, I will search the meaning of sill in dictionary, later.
Sanjay
sill, part of the windowsill.
which will stay with us till
everyone breaks and pays the bill
otherwise, they will kill
Lean out over the open sill,
touch the weeds with your fingertips,
a balancing act on your waist,
it doesn’t take much to fall into the dirt,
and when they come back you’ll be gone.
An open window is an invitation.
Sometimes when she was bored she flipped through the dictionary. She’d been doing it when she was a child. She would test herself on definitions and try to learn a few new words to incorporate into her vocabulary that week. Her eyes closed and finger pointed, she landed on the word “sill”. Ugh, she thought to herself. What a boring word.
She gazed out the window, her arm resting on the window sill, eyes glazed over, staring at the passing fields. she’d actually done it. Actually ran away. Now she was on a train to who knows where, and the anxiety was finally getting to her.
window sills are protecting dust from getting inside homes. They need to be however cleaned regularly. These days window sills are being done away with to increase living spaces. This results in ventilation problems which can at a lat
I am thinking of every window sill in my house. They used to be worn and old. Some still are. Some have been replaced by newer wood. Not as many splinters when I clean. Shiny. Visible grain. Smooth. Can a sill be happy? Ok mine are happy sills, the old and the new ones.
There is ash on the window sill from the juniper and sage. I think light thoughts even during the darkest times. I drop keys in the sand and use hone my intuition by finding them again. A riddle in the diddling of clouds and feathered tongues.
The windowsill was littered with empty coffee cups, keys, and love notes. I remember the times it was full of beautiful smelling flowers. The sun would hit them just right to make the room glow. I miss those days. Now the sun doesn’t shine. My curtains are always closed.
sill. a windowsill. something i look to to see where life has taken me, will take me , has taken me.wash, rinse repeat. it represents freedom or the potential of it.
Sill or not to be sill is the question, and one that I do not have an answer too. Be that has it may, still I will do everything possible not to be sill.
silly is my man
silly is the man I love
silly is how i love to be around my man
and is just to fun to be around him and around us not just because we are silly but because we are happy. people are drawn to us because of our positive energy and good vibes
The dust on the sill made her choke as she yanked the window up. She bit her lip and glanced back at her bedroom door, listening for any approaching footsteps. She had to be quieter if she was going to make a successful escape. She climbed through and climbed down the tree outside.
She sat on the sill and wiped her eyes. Her father was a stern man. He didn’t understand what it was like to be a teenage girl. Her problems WERE silly and dramatic, she was smart enough to know that. But they still seemed scary and big to her.
When i was young I loved to lay on the floor and play with the dust dancing in the rays of light and collecting on the window sill. The sun was warm and I couldnt have been happier with my toys. The warm sun and the dust on the sill.
I was watching the great tit perched on the window sill. He was so pretty and seemed to acknowledge me.
There was a slight crack of sunlight peeking in through the window. The drapes were slightly ajar in an unintended fashion. The way they hung was beautiful in its accidental nature.
The sun drifting in seemed as lazy as the afternoon. The small slit of light seemed representative of the day itself. I love lazy Sundays.
He sidled across the sill, wind whipping his clothes. He reached into the stone window. The princess would surely be inside! Inside there was a lizard. The princess had turned into a lizard! Luckily he had crickets and a lot of patience.
The burbling splutter before the tap gives way to a rush of water. In a daze she eases the rim of the cup into the stream, wondering if anything ever held its significance.
With a short reprieve by the window sill dusk dissolves into night — empty and boundless as the cup she now sets on the countertop.
A sill on every window, where those elbows withstand those faces. Smile and tears often come dripping. Unseen from outside, not as grand as the sashes, but as worthwhile as a sun on the night.
I don’t know what sill means. So I am going to talk about myself, I hate writing and I did this kind of test for fun. I hope it turns out to be a good thing or 60 seconds of my life will be lost for nothing!
You leave a candle burning on the window sill for me as you lay in bed, grieving. I come, but the candle does not draw me here; it is your grief that brings me. My molecules swirl around you, and the chill brings you goosebumps. You merely grumble about the draft and raise the blanket over you more snugly. My love, there is no draft. Look! See that the candle does not flicker! But you do not see. You lie in bed, wishing for me to contact you and do not see that I AM.
I can see it somewhere near. Nearer than the horizon. It’s coming and I know I have to take the step. I could ran away from it, but I know it will come eventually. I have to take the step over the sill.
He looked at her through the window sill, staring, and yearning, and knowing it could never be. Some people weren’t meant to be together.
Stood still on the sill she said should I stay or say farewell? Stepping down six steep inches she made her decision .Shopping it was to be.
this is the way it all began – the moment I knew I was falling. There were no flashes before my eyes as my feet slipped off the sill, there was only the rush of the wind in my ears and a few brief moments of doubt, fear, freedom, and mostly regret. I knew I would never regain that moment again – this was a one time deal and there was no way to go back. Time is like that you know, distant, cold and unforgiving. It does not leave room for anyone to ever go back.
this is the way it all began – the moment I knew I was falling. There were no flashes before my eyes as my feet slipped off the sill, there was only the rush of the wind in my ears and a few brief moments of doubt, fear, freedom, and mostly regret. I knew I would never regain that moment again – this was a one time deal and there was no way to go back. Time is like that you know, distant, cold and unforgiving. It does not leave room for anyone to ever go back.
i’m sitting on the window sill
with you, syl
silly as usual, lost and confused but drawing up a storm
take 1+1= window
take you and i are friends, i guess
sisters, by necessity and cause and effect
lost but not but tired in the early morning late night tv lighted haze
Her hands still bore the imprint of the window sill. She must have been standing there, leaning for quite some time, he mused. And she did not look happy.
Everyday, I walk the same path to work. Recently I noticed this big sill on the floor, I often wonder how it got there. I guess I will never find out.
The window sill looked like it hadn’t been touched all this time. Ellie looked at it and thought about touching it, reclaiming this place to become her own, but she knew she couldn’t . It wasn’t her home. She could never have a home like this. So carefree. So bright.
she peered out from the sill, coated with the virgin frost of the season. She saw him there, in her yard, brown trench coat and red scarf disappearing back into the barren woods. why had he left?
What is sill? This word is new for me. I do not know its meaning. Do you know it?
Sill sound like mill. I guess, I will search the meaning of sill in dictionary, later.
sill, part of the windowsill.
which will stay with us till
everyone breaks and pays the bill
otherwise, they will kill
Lean out over the open sill,
touch the weeds with your fingertips,
a balancing act on your waist,
it doesn’t take much to fall into the dirt,
and when they come back you’ll be gone.
An open window is an invitation.
Sometimes when she was bored she flipped through the dictionary. She’d been doing it when she was a child. She would test herself on definitions and try to learn a few new words to incorporate into her vocabulary that week. Her eyes closed and finger pointed, she landed on the word “sill”. Ugh, she thought to herself. What a boring word.
She gazed out the window, her arm resting on the window sill, eyes glazed over, staring at the passing fields. she’d actually done it. Actually ran away. Now she was on a train to who knows where, and the anxiety was finally getting to her.
window sills are protecting dust from getting inside homes. They need to be however cleaned regularly. These days window sills are being done away with to increase living spaces. This results in ventilation problems which can at a lat