I remember seeing the skyline the evening I fell in love with you. It was the best view I had ever seen. You were saying all the right things. Nothing has ever come close to comparing to that moment.
skyline thats a funny word i wann wake up to a skyline because me and emilie are gonna live in new york one day new york has a ridiculous skyline thats what its called right?
The skyline flashed with colors of peach and purple as the sun set. It was beautiful. All was peaceful on these hills.
Muddypawprints
There are two types of jam: jam made out of fruit and jam made from skyscrapers. The jam made from skyscrapers is eaten by dinosaurs in the movies that have been playing in my head for the last 50 seconds or so.
breath in the skyline.
breath in the sounds
of a concrete heart
beating with life,
beating with the sounds of feet.
breath in
knowing that at this very moment
you may be at the very center of the universe.
I dont really dont know what a skyline is but I do know a restront callled skyline chillie my dad loves it. I’m not a big chillie fan. The only chillie i will eat is my dads chilie
Audrey Johnson
dogs i like dogs i would like to have a dog but my family travels a lot so im not alode to have 1. I’m more of a cat person but i still love dogs.
Audrey Johnson
And as the sun crested the hills, we glanced to the distant skyline. Our terrible night was over. Jake grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the terrible memories forged inside this decrepit mansion. It was finally over.
Nikki
cats cats are funny they are cut weard i think they arre better than dogs i have two cats i love cats love them so much i cry every time i see a dead cat in the street.
Audrey Johnson
I looked at the skyline. It was so white. It did not want to acknowledge the sky. Aunty Joyce lay in a beautiful brown coffin. I saw the luxury red roses on top. I did not throw in flowers or dirt. I stood by the edge about to burst into tears. Johnny drifted past, just to see his mother, one last time. I looked at Gran. Goodbye Aunty Joyce.
The limit of your reasoning is laughable, he says. He smirks, and sees the horizon in the skyline. He sees the future and the possibilities in his fingertips, and he can only laugh because he knows his future is set.
It streaked across the tips of the trees, filtering in through the branches and little spaces between the leaves, and even sparkling, in some spots, among the trunks. But the earth rose up and blotted it out. I looked up to find the spot where it is most pure, but found only sky the whole day round.
I am a city boy, born and bred, although the skyline in the west is different than that of eastern cities. The west is postsuburban, without the hubs and tall buildings so prevalent in the major midwestern and eastern cities; instead, the skyline is roofs of houses, power lines, and mountains.
in The low lights as I was taken I finally stopped kicking and screaming, I starred. There above the skyline, it was there flying towards me with it’s black feathers shining…
Anna
“Look out at that skyline, Jenny,” he said, placing his hand on the small of my back. I slowly inched away. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?” He stared, transfixed by the tall beams of metal thrusting their way into the sky, slicing open the grey clouds. I couldn’t understand.
Casey
Looking towards the horizon in a built-up conurbation, where the city meets the atmosphere a pattern is formed
Donald Duncan
I saw the skyline and it made cheer.
Eric
Out on the horizon, that’s where dreams are born, and dreams go to die. I used to look out, over the ocean, to the rising sun, and wish for fame and glory. Now I sit on the dock, and watch the setting sun.
“Skyline”? Is there a certain line on the sky? Well, I don’t know the exact meaning of this word, but I’m figuring out that it might be the shape of clowns or whatever. If not, it can be the horizonal line between the sky and the ocean.
The skyline is an anchor. On TV shows the filming could take place anywhere, but throw in a few skyline shots and the audience believes it all takes place in whatever city. Each city has a distinct skyline.
The skyline stretched out before me. A horizon to be conquered, a new path to be taken. I knew I would be Ok now. I would just keep driving until I got where ever it was that I was going.
Dee
i stare for hours
at the grey world
that inhabits the skyline
in my window
i see only rain
and gloom
even on the days
the sun in shinning
so i unregretfully wish
for armageddon
just so i can smile
as i watch you
become nothing
but a memory
of a disease
once cured
The skyline view from our apartment in Atlanta the summer of ’07 couldn’t have been more captivating. There was no cloud we could not conquer, and every day, it lives in my heart and lungs. …
The skylines vision was simple, to be. To simply be…Nothing more; nothing less. The desire that boiled below it’s surface was nothing more than an image, one of fragments and dreams of dreamers that stood staring out late into the night hoping to catch a falling star and tuck in in their pockets. The skyline simply wanted to be that falling star, the one to whisk away the dreamer’s dreams and make them a reality.
Delita
The skyline gave way to a roar. It wasn’t unusual for planes to head over at this time of year. But honestly, this thing sounded more like a freaking military aricraft. With a deep breath, I continued digging. Maybe I would reach it before the end of the day. Maybe not. Why was life so difficult? I need to find what it is I like about this, and that.
Luke
Delhi doesnt have a skyline. It has open spaces. Bombay actually has a skyline. I mean I have seen it in movies, it has these tall buildings which form a not so pretty skyline. NY has the best skyline, I guess. I think I would prefer watching an empty sky than a skyline.
Shagun
Bring me that horizon.
That’s from Pirates of the Caribbean. There’s also a John Mayer song that comes to mind… Something about being stranded, unable to fly. Bigger Than My Body: “I’m stranded behind the horizon line, trying to feel something true…. Someday I’ll fly, someday I’ll soar. Someday I’ll be so damn much more.”
Mmm, skyline. I do love it. It makes me think of the potential for adventure.
Okay, first I think of Homestuck, of course. Feeling like John, like I can fly. But I always want to relate to the situation at hand and I can see the skyline. And I wish, I really wish that I could reach it. But my own stupidity traps me and burns me til I have to touch the ground again.
Brittany
Sierra Skyline is an obnoxious band. Just saying.
Skylines aren’t very interesting. Why focus on the obvious? Things beyond the skyline are way more intriguing, as well as things around the skyline.
The skyline was beautiful. Surely not fitting the moment. Bullets were flying all around place, bombs and grenades were exploding loudly, killing not only the people. But this scene as well, again people were killing mother nature.
The great, grey building towered on the horizon as the plane zoomed overhead. Andy looked up at the white monster. He shook his head sadly. “Don’t those fools know what trouble they’re headed for?” he asked himself.
Anonymous
The skyline changes with the level of fog. From majestic mountains to wall of soupy grayness. I am reminded of Scooby-doo, cutting the fog with a knife. The skyline has disappeared and so has my sight as to what lies ahead.
Buildings upon buildings. Those form the skyline of a big city. In the mornings the stark shapes of high rises mark the beginning of the day. When the dark falls, the hazy rims marks the evening.
She observed the skyline, haunting in it’s breathtaking view of lower Manhatten. Clouds lingered in the air like ghosts hovering over mortals in the city below. On a park bench, she could see it all happening, like slow-motion in her mind’s eye.
divad raizok
We stood there looking out the window at the skyline, lit up in the dark of the night. I dearly love cities – especially cities at night! The party sounds were a murmur behind us, as we stood together. We both enjoyed moments like these – small time outs in our daily life, small contemplations.
the sky line might be a line in the sky. ha. that’s dumb
but the=is makes me think about the sky, and there’s a lot of it. ya know…open space
it makes me think about how big this world really is
and how much i just don’t know and will never discover.
but for some reason that only makes me want to know more(:
skyline my brow high flutter on the widows back. looking down scattered marvels rolling off the wall into the ground. search what cant be found behind the
I remember seeing the skyline the evening I fell in love with you. It was the best view I had ever seen. You were saying all the right things. Nothing has ever come close to comparing to that moment.
skyline thats a funny word i wann wake up to a skyline because me and emilie are gonna live in new york one day new york has a ridiculous skyline thats what its called right?
I think I have
A-crush upon
Minha Prada
The skyline flashed with colors of peach and purple as the sun set. It was beautiful. All was peaceful on these hills.
There are two types of jam: jam made out of fruit and jam made from skyscrapers. The jam made from skyscrapers is eaten by dinosaurs in the movies that have been playing in my head for the last 50 seconds or so.
breath in the skyline.
breath in the sounds
of a concrete heart
beating with life,
beating with the sounds of feet.
breath in
knowing that at this very moment
you may be at the very center of the universe.
i look at the skyline, what do i see?God’s great love he has given to me.i look at the skyline what do i see?God’s perfect gift to me…
I dont really dont know what a skyline is but I do know a restront callled skyline chillie my dad loves it. I’m not a big chillie fan. The only chillie i will eat is my dads chilie
dogs i like dogs i would like to have a dog but my family travels a lot so im not alode to have 1. I’m more of a cat person but i still love dogs.
And as the sun crested the hills, we glanced to the distant skyline. Our terrible night was over. Jake grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the terrible memories forged inside this decrepit mansion. It was finally over.
cats cats are funny they are cut weard i think they arre better than dogs i have two cats i love cats love them so much i cry every time i see a dead cat in the street.
I looked at the skyline. It was so white. It did not want to acknowledge the sky. Aunty Joyce lay in a beautiful brown coffin. I saw the luxury red roses on top. I did not throw in flowers or dirt. I stood by the edge about to burst into tears. Johnny drifted past, just to see his mother, one last time. I looked at Gran. Goodbye Aunty Joyce.
I did skyline already, I want a new word
The limit of your reasoning is laughable, he says. He smirks, and sees the horizon in the skyline. He sees the future and the possibilities in his fingertips, and he can only laugh because he knows his future is set.
It streaked across the tips of the trees, filtering in through the branches and little spaces between the leaves, and even sparkling, in some spots, among the trunks. But the earth rose up and blotted it out. I looked up to find the spot where it is most pure, but found only sky the whole day round.
I am a city boy, born and bred, although the skyline in the west is different than that of eastern cities. The west is postsuburban, without the hubs and tall buildings so prevalent in the major midwestern and eastern cities; instead, the skyline is roofs of houses, power lines, and mountains.
in The low lights as I was taken I finally stopped kicking and screaming, I starred. There above the skyline, it was there flying towards me with it’s black feathers shining…
“Look out at that skyline, Jenny,” he said, placing his hand on the small of my back. I slowly inched away. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?” He stared, transfixed by the tall beams of metal thrusting their way into the sky, slicing open the grey clouds. I couldn’t understand.
Looking towards the horizon in a built-up conurbation, where the city meets the atmosphere a pattern is formed
I saw the skyline and it made cheer.
Out on the horizon, that’s where dreams are born, and dreams go to die. I used to look out, over the ocean, to the rising sun, and wish for fame and glory. Now I sit on the dock, and watch the setting sun.
“Skyline”? Is there a certain line on the sky? Well, I don’t know the exact meaning of this word, but I’m figuring out that it might be the shape of clowns or whatever. If not, it can be the horizonal line between the sky and the ocean.
The skyline is an anchor. On TV shows the filming could take place anywhere, but throw in a few skyline shots and the audience believes it all takes place in whatever city. Each city has a distinct skyline.
The skyline stretched out before me. A horizon to be conquered, a new path to be taken. I knew I would be Ok now. I would just keep driving until I got where ever it was that I was going.
i stare for hours
at the grey world
that inhabits the skyline
in my window
i see only rain
and gloom
even on the days
the sun in shinning
so i unregretfully wish
for armageddon
just so i can smile
as i watch you
become nothing
but a memory
of a disease
once cured
The skyline view from our apartment in Atlanta the summer of ’07 couldn’t have been more captivating. There was no cloud we could not conquer, and every day, it lives in my heart and lungs. …
The skylines vision was simple, to be. To simply be…Nothing more; nothing less. The desire that boiled below it’s surface was nothing more than an image, one of fragments and dreams of dreamers that stood staring out late into the night hoping to catch a falling star and tuck in in their pockets. The skyline simply wanted to be that falling star, the one to whisk away the dreamer’s dreams and make them a reality.
The skyline gave way to a roar. It wasn’t unusual for planes to head over at this time of year. But honestly, this thing sounded more like a freaking military aricraft. With a deep breath, I continued digging. Maybe I would reach it before the end of the day. Maybe not. Why was life so difficult? I need to find what it is I like about this, and that.
Delhi doesnt have a skyline. It has open spaces. Bombay actually has a skyline. I mean I have seen it in movies, it has these tall buildings which form a not so pretty skyline. NY has the best skyline, I guess. I think I would prefer watching an empty sky than a skyline.
Bring me that horizon.
That’s from Pirates of the Caribbean. There’s also a John Mayer song that comes to mind… Something about being stranded, unable to fly. Bigger Than My Body: “I’m stranded behind the horizon line, trying to feel something true…. Someday I’ll fly, someday I’ll soar. Someday I’ll be so damn much more.”
Mmm, skyline. I do love it. It makes me think of the potential for adventure.
Okay, first I think of Homestuck, of course. Feeling like John, like I can fly. But I always want to relate to the situation at hand and I can see the skyline. And I wish, I really wish that I could reach it. But my own stupidity traps me and burns me til I have to touch the ground again.
Sierra Skyline is an obnoxious band. Just saying.
Skylines aren’t very interesting. Why focus on the obvious? Things beyond the skyline are way more intriguing, as well as things around the skyline.
The skyline was beautiful. Surely not fitting the moment. Bullets were flying all around place, bombs and grenades were exploding loudly, killing not only the people. But this scene as well, again people were killing mother nature.
The great, grey building towered on the horizon as the plane zoomed overhead. Andy looked up at the white monster. He shook his head sadly. “Don’t those fools know what trouble they’re headed for?” he asked himself.
The skyline changes with the level of fog. From majestic mountains to wall of soupy grayness. I am reminded of Scooby-doo, cutting the fog with a knife. The skyline has disappeared and so has my sight as to what lies ahead.
Buildings upon buildings. Those form the skyline of a big city. In the mornings the stark shapes of high rises mark the beginning of the day. When the dark falls, the hazy rims marks the evening.
She observed the skyline, haunting in it’s breathtaking view of lower Manhatten. Clouds lingered in the air like ghosts hovering over mortals in the city below. On a park bench, she could see it all happening, like slow-motion in her mind’s eye.
We stood there looking out the window at the skyline, lit up in the dark of the night. I dearly love cities – especially cities at night! The party sounds were a murmur behind us, as we stood together. We both enjoyed moments like these – small time outs in our daily life, small contemplations.
the sky line might be a line in the sky. ha. that’s dumb
but the=is makes me think about the sky, and there’s a lot of it. ya know…open space
it makes me think about how big this world really is
and how much i just don’t know and will never discover.
but for some reason that only makes me want to know more(:
skyline my brow high flutter on the widows back. looking down scattered marvels rolling off the wall into the ground. search what cant be found behind the