While you were alone I was there on the other side waiting for you. all you did was run. you said you were alone but I was right there the whole time you cried. i helped you through everything and yet you turned your back on me and said your goodbyes as i waiting for the words to fall out of my mouth, the words saying “don’t go i love you” but i guess that happens for a reason
where does your mind wander when you look through windows?
some say the sunset dripping across the sky consumes them
some say it’s the girl on the sidewalk with sunset eyes
Through my window,
I see you
Looking through your window
Deep in tranquil thought
Are you looking at me too?
the windows are lined with pane. There is a cot of dirt on the inside and out. the old man had dropped keeping up with the old house after his wife had died. She had wanted it to be beautiful all her life but now the old man could not help but lay around and eat he had given up.
the first thing that comes to my mind is the fact that we use Windows in our computer in order to do some writing, among other tasks. The other aspect that comes to my mind is what we’ve got in our homes and classrooms which allows us to get some fresh air and light.
You feel breeze, a tinge and a pang against the electric bill. And in the same seep the window let’s in the projections, efforts, and the cold background hum of the idealized reality. And it slips away just as easily, leaving the pimpled tips of anxiety to stew on the skin of the ever missed opportunity of a person.
The windows were tinted, which was lucky. Courtney was able to watch them cross the street as conspicuously as she wanted without the risk of them seeing her do it. She pressed her face to the glass and stared, long and hard, at his hand on the small of this woman’s back.
It’s all about windows, looking out, looking in. Last night, I saw curtains draping a large seascape on the wall of an unassuming house but the painting was important. Ah, the statements we make about our lives and how we try to make them larger.
My Soul was infuriated. “What is this BLEAK vision I’m seeing?!” it yelled. “TV” I said. “You’re not doing ANY of the enriching things I’ve instructed you to do!” Soul said. “I’ll get to it,” I said. “The excuse of a LOSER!” “Wha–” Soul cut in, “No one’s going to BOTHER looking into your eyes, the very windows to ME, to see my BEAUTY, to see all the work I’m doing in good faith to get you to walk your intended path!”
You could possibly make a bunch of these up and promote them in your craft booth at
the flea market or make them as presents. I just love the look of these rings.
This morning and the first part of the afternoon I sit like a window on the reality of my open doorway. It is sunny and the sky is clear ,but is their light.
I gazed out of them in desperation. A glance, just a glance, that’s all i wanted. What could i do? what could i say? Would I ever make it past this point with me all bottled up, watching the world pass away?
Between the Windows program on her computer and the windows of the high-rise that she was working in, Sara thought that she would go mad. The computer was slow and she had the feeling that someone was watching her from outside. But that couldn’t be; she was on the 25th floor. She was imagining it. But the hair still stood up on her arms and the back of her neck.
windows closed all around her in the chilly room. Her breath puffed out in great clouds of panic as she ran around, trying to find one that hadn’t slammed yet, but she only succeeded in becoming short of breath. Finally she skidded to a stop in front of the only thing that hadn’t closed yet: the door.
The windows were cracked and dusty and one was smeared with something dark and malodorous which I avoided carefully.. by smashing my rifle butt through it and then climbing through into the even more dank and reeking interior beyond.
I look outside the window and I see a world in pain
I see a global catastrophe with no type of gain
The window is a safe haven with a clouded barrier
That protects us from the scares of the outside world.
Hairline cracks crawled up the window, and years of grime, dust and a lack of care tinted its edges yellow and brown. But rays of sunlight shone through its glass panes and scattered on the wooden boards beneath his feet.
It didn’t matter that the window was unclean; it still gave him the best view in the house.
STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING. Stop; just stop. Look out the window. What do you see? I guarantee you that you are looking at something beautiful. You might not see it at first but I promise, it’s there.
I started up my computer, and the Windows loading screen booted up. It was very, very slow. I groaned as I started out the glass windows across the room. Snow was falling daintily on the ground.
The black screen suddenly fills with clouds. Small icons appear out of thin air. An arrow points to one, moving along with me. Two touches of the mouse, and I’m there.
I hate windows. I’m always looking through one at something that I want. Whether it’s wanting to be outside after a gruesome work day or wanting an outfit at a store. Windows always hold something that I want and I hate it.
Like crystal, the light glistened from every pane, hitting my eyes like a billion tiny stars piercing my soul. Through the windows, I could see every brilliant colour the world has to offer – every orange and yellow filtering through, the trees gorgeous with the greens and reds of fall. With a sigh, I wished I could spend every moment in this spot, staring out at this view – with all these windows giving me a look at the world’s beauty.
While you were alone I was there on the other side waiting for you. all you did was run. you said you were alone but I was right there the whole time you cried. i helped you through everything and yet you turned your back on me and said your goodbyes as i waiting for the words to fall out of my mouth, the words saying “don’t go i love you” but i guess that happens for a reason
where does your mind wander when you look through windows?
some say the sunset dripping across the sky consumes them
some say it’s the girl on the sidewalk with sunset eyes
Through my window,
I see you
Looking through your window
Deep in tranquil thought
Are you looking at me too?
“this room have a lot of windows but it’s very high how to escape!”
the windows are lined with pane. There is a cot of dirt on the inside and out. the old man had dropped keeping up with the old house after his wife had died. She had wanted it to be beautiful all her life but now the old man could not help but lay around and eat he had given up.
the windows are dirty. the windows are dirty. help help i’m trapped inside. the windows are dirty. cant see the sun. i’m trapped inside. help help.
The windows were opened when I went downstairs. I thought it was odd because the windows were cl
the first thing that comes to my mind is the fact that we use Windows in our computer in order to do some writing, among other tasks. The other aspect that comes to my mind is what we’ve got in our homes and classrooms which allows us to get some fresh air and light.
Windows are a view to life. Through windows you discover great things.
i like windows because it gives me the feeling of goig away. Through the vwindows you can dream about other countries, holidays, etc
open them
You feel breeze, a tinge and a pang against the electric bill. And in the same seep the window let’s in the projections, efforts, and the cold background hum of the idealized reality. And it slips away just as easily, leaving the pimpled tips of anxiety to stew on the skin of the ever missed opportunity of a person.
The windows were tinted, which was lucky. Courtney was able to watch them cross the street as conspicuously as she wanted without the risk of them seeing her do it. She pressed her face to the glass and stared, long and hard, at his hand on the small of this woman’s back.
It’s all about windows, looking out, looking in. Last night, I saw curtains draping a large seascape on the wall of an unassuming house but the painting was important. Ah, the statements we make about our lives and how we try to make them larger.
My Soul was infuriated. “What is this BLEAK vision I’m seeing?!” it yelled. “TV” I said. “You’re not doing ANY of the enriching things I’ve instructed you to do!” Soul said. “I’ll get to it,” I said. “The excuse of a LOSER!” “Wha–” Soul cut in, “No one’s going to BOTHER looking into your eyes, the very windows to ME, to see my BEAUTY, to see all the work I’m doing in good faith to get you to walk your intended path!”
You could possibly make a bunch of these up and promote them in your craft booth at
the flea market or make them as presents. I just love the look of these rings.
This morning and the first part of the afternoon I sit like a window on the reality of my open doorway. It is sunny and the sky is clear ,but is their light.
I gazed out of them in desperation. A glance, just a glance, that’s all i wanted. What could i do? what could i say? Would I ever make it past this point with me all bottled up, watching the world pass away?
Between the Windows program on her computer and the windows of the high-rise that she was working in, Sara thought that she would go mad. The computer was slow and she had the feeling that someone was watching her from outside. But that couldn’t be; she was on the 25th floor. She was imagining it. But the hair still stood up on her arms and the back of her neck.
windows closed all around her in the chilly room. Her breath puffed out in great clouds of panic as she ran around, trying to find one that hadn’t slammed yet, but she only succeeded in becoming short of breath. Finally she skidded to a stop in front of the only thing that hadn’t closed yet: the door.
The windows were cracked and dusty and one was smeared with something dark and malodorous which I avoided carefully.. by smashing my rifle butt through it and then climbing through into the even more dank and reeking interior beyond.
I look outside the window and I see a world in pain
I see a global catastrophe with no type of gain
The window is a safe haven with a clouded barrier
That protects us from the scares of the outside world.
Hairline cracks crawled up the window, and years of grime, dust and a lack of care tinted its edges yellow and brown. But rays of sunlight shone through its glass panes and scattered on the wooden boards beneath his feet.
It didn’t matter that the window was unclean; it still gave him the best view in the house.
windows to the soul
in the squint of your eyes
i see the fear you peek around
and streaming ever so deep
underneath
is a precious
child
of
God.
Take care of yourself
and I’ll take care of me,
so that one day we can see
eye to eye
heart to heart
soul to soul.
I looked out my dirty window. I watched all movement and listened to all the sounds. The birds chirping and all the bugs and animals walking around.
STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING. Stop; just stop. Look out the window. What do you see? I guarantee you that you are looking at something beautiful. You might not see it at first but I promise, it’s there.
“Last I checked,” grunted Ricardo, “that one bedroom had seven windows built in. Seven! Who wants that many windows looking into their bedroom?”
“A narcissist,” Isabella replied. That got some giggles out of her sister, Clara, who was playing X-Box on the couch nearby.
“I’m just saying, if we want a good house, it shouldn’t be cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. You get my drift, right?”
I started up my computer, and the Windows loading screen booted up. It was very, very slow. I groaned as I started out the glass windows across the room. Snow was falling daintily on the ground.
The black screen suddenly fills with clouds. Small icons appear out of thin air. An arrow points to one, moving along with me. Two touches of the mouse, and I’m there.
I hate windows. I’m always looking through one at something that I want. Whether it’s wanting to be outside after a gruesome work day or wanting an outfit at a store. Windows always hold something that I want and I hate it.
Like crystal, the light glistened from every pane, hitting my eyes like a billion tiny stars piercing my soul. Through the windows, I could see every brilliant colour the world has to offer – every orange and yellow filtering through, the trees gorgeous with the greens and reds of fall. With a sigh, I wished I could spend every moment in this spot, staring out at this view – with all these windows giving me a look at the world’s beauty.