tower above, water below. the tower is burning and the water is frozen. decisions decisions. the contrast of heat and cold. the girl is rapunzel trapped eternally. what would you do? jump? stay? towers are is dangerous.
She fell to the floor, wondering what the huge explosion was. “Come on, sis! We got to get out of here!” her brother exclaimed, while helping her up. They ran to the stairs, and descended them. Her eyes widened at the plane flying towards her. “Nick.” she said, right as the plane crashed, and the world went dark.
we have atitutdes that embrace when people can tower over us or when we feel the need to tower over others. We are built to either lead or follow. there is always one that stands out with great stature, yet those people tend to fall the hardest. So what is better? to stand tall? apart from the crowd or to be one with the masses?
The towers stood tall and proud unlike anything she saw before. Her brother grabbed her by the hand and shook his head. “Sis, you know you can’t go up there.” he told her. She sighed, and looked up at him. “I really want to, though, Nick…” she replied.
Keri Lu Jonas
I love towers. They show you what can fall down. What you can jump out of. What can burn burn burn like pillars of fire streaming into the night sky. The tower is a bad tarot card to get. People are always falling out of them. Towers fall. The Dark Tower stands. How strange that I just read an article about the Dark Tower series and now I get this word to write about.
It just had to be on my birthday. I brought cupcakes to school and everything the day it happened. It was the first and last time I ever did that. People were crying and nobody would touch my cupcakes. After 2001, I started to tell people that my birthday was on September 10, not the 11th, because I couldn’t stand the looks I got when I told them it was 9/11. I hate my birthday.
They are big. Most of the time. There where two of them in The Lord of the Rings. Sometimes people live in there. Sometimes they collapse, which is sad.
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Sparks fly upward, as the wind blows.
I stand here and stare at things I can’t recall and don’t want to remember.
Because it hurts. By the norns, it HURTS. And I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know what to say.
What am I supposed to do?
They stand over me, as if they know who I am and from whence I’ve come. They act as if my world rests upon their shoulders and I don’t know what to do.
I should be strong. I have to be strong. But I want to run and hide and curl up in a corner where you will never know I was.
I want to be free.
Freed from your chains, your towers and your pain.
At least, if I must suffer, let it be on my own terms.
From the smear of my trowel in sewers!
To the stately tower of towels!
How I blow through the hours,
Like a storm churning waves on my chowder.
tower above, water below. the tower is burning and the water is frozen. decisions decisions. the contrast of heat and cold. the girl is rapunzel trapped eternally. what would you do? jump? stay? towers are is dangerous.
Tall and foreboding they loom aloft. Unnerving the watch you pass far below. Viewing your movements and knowing who you are.
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She fell to the floor, wondering what the huge explosion was. “Come on, sis! We got to get out of here!” her brother exclaimed, while helping her up. They ran to the stairs, and descended them. Her eyes widened at the plane flying towards her. “Nick.” she said, right as the plane crashed, and the world went dark.
we have atitutdes that embrace when people can tower over us or when we feel the need to tower over others. We are built to either lead or follow. there is always one that stands out with great stature, yet those people tend to fall the hardest. So what is better? to stand tall? apart from the crowd or to be one with the masses?
Towers in the parking lot. Towers in boats.
Towers are taking over.
Towering over me now, drenched in your shadow.
You are taking over me.
The towers stood tall and proud unlike anything she saw before. Her brother grabbed her by the hand and shook his head. “Sis, you know you can’t go up there.” he told her. She sighed, and looked up at him. “I really want to, though, Nick…” she replied.
I love towers. They show you what can fall down. What you can jump out of. What can burn burn burn like pillars of fire streaming into the night sky. The tower is a bad tarot card to get. People are always falling out of them. Towers fall. The Dark Tower stands. How strange that I just read an article about the Dark Tower series and now I get this word to write about.
It just had to be on my birthday. I brought cupcakes to school and everything the day it happened. It was the first and last time I ever did that. People were crying and nobody would touch my cupcakes. After 2001, I started to tell people that my birthday was on September 10, not the 11th, because I couldn’t stand the looks I got when I told them it was 9/11. I hate my birthday.
death, scary, crazy, change, freedom
she blocked out the sun, my skin paled
but i could climb her whenever i wished.
for the most part, it was an even trade.
They are big. Most of the time. There where two of them in The Lord of the Rings. Sometimes people live in there. Sometimes they collapse, which is sad.
Sparks fly upward, as the wind blows.
I stand here and stare at things I can’t recall and don’t want to remember.
Because it hurts. By the norns, it HURTS. And I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know what to say.
What am I supposed to do?
They stand over me, as if they know who I am and from whence I’ve come. They act as if my world rests upon their shoulders and I don’t know what to do.
I should be strong. I have to be strong. But I want to run and hide and curl up in a corner where you will never know I was.
I want to be free.
Freed from your chains, your towers and your pain.
At least, if I must suffer, let it be on my own terms.