They say that a true genius stands on the shoulders of others — that the only way to reach great heights is to build upon the success of others. They — whoever they are, have an awful lot to learn yet. Shortcuts, revolutions, breakthroughs. Those of us who have taken sudden innovative leaps have not stood on shoulders but stood on stilts.
Towering scarily above those of smaller statue. Wobbily, jerkily – watch out. Ha, now I can see into the windows, I can peek over the fence, I can scare the kids next door. I always wondered it was like to be tall. I think Ilike this power and the risks are worth it.
Lying on concrete,
recumbent between Nirvana and neurotic hysteria.
Meditating Shangri-La frenzy thoughts in Allegan Province.
-Provocative-
Aggravating to mend and vindicate.
Barking remorse over dead flies under your feet.
They don’t even look human, more like delicate porcelain dolls with their masks and bulging, antiquated gowns. They’re the monsters of nightmares adorned in gold filigree. It’s a circus at the start of each year when Carnival leaves the canals overflowing with these freaks, but they’re the sort that have things worth taking, and I’m a monster too, you see. Only, I’m not the sort to haunt dreams. I’m the sort hidden down dark allies in the dead of night. One who’d do anything if the price is right, which is honestly be far more frightful, wouldn’t you agree?
the man on stilts stumbled around in the parade. he looked confused, as if he didnt know how he got there, but on he went. deeper and deeper into the city.
Stilts hold my soul up, nearly always to falling down
I wonder if others have as much trouble
Wobbling, pacing around painted clowns
I feel like the world has trapped me under rubble
Crushing my soul, and the stilts that support me
patiently waiting till the day i’m free
of these stilts,
they are all that i’ve known, flung around life like
like a never-ending circus,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes i feel worthless.
Writing is the pair of stilts
That will not fit my feet
And these words are the wire
I know I’ll never cross
But oh, to see above the walls
And oh, to cross that void
Benny has always been afraid of heights, from the time he could remember having thoughts. So when he stepped up on those first risers, then propped himself on the stilts, his heart sunk into his chest.
The stilts hung from the old crumpling wall in amongst the wreckage of the city. It’s burnt corners rustled as the wind moved them. I a man reached for it, for anything to keep the cold away
What would it be like to walk around on stilts and have a high view of the world.
What would look different and what would we crush on our travels. Maybe we’d have a more lofty view, maybe we would respect things and people more from that vantage point.
There was a man that had always dreamed of making a pair of stilts for the most famous clown in the world. He climbed the hills near his house searching for the best and sturdiest trees he could find. He finally found a cedar tree that was tall and straight. He cut down the cedar tree and spent one year constructing the finest stilts ever. They also smelled wonderful.
stilts, the awkward bases that hold me up. the flimsy platforms that hold my life together. i can feel the fragility with every step. i can only hope that they dont break and bring me crashing down with them.
He was much too tall for his own good. His skin was too pale and his teeth were too sharp. He had to crawl on his belly, it was the only way. With dead flies and flags, he crawled on his belly. He never spoke clearly, only in babbles of sighs. He never realized what he was. He only knew he was much too tall.
the girl was not tall, but you’d never know it to listen to her. her voice was everything. she knew exactly what she meant when she said it and it was almost always worth hearing. when she was younger she wanted to join the circus. she told him that when she met him, but he missed it– he was so distracted by her pretty mouth, that he couldn’t hear it talking. she didn’t mind, because that had never happened to her before.
I’m higher than I’ve ever been. My knees shake, but my feet a firmly on the stilts that keep me tall, out of your reach. I’m above you, your head, and your ego. You can’t get me now. You can’t hurt me.
There was a girl with a slit in her dress. It went all the way up to her thigh. Henry couldn’t stand it. It was making him go crazy! He had to know her. He had a feeling that she was the most perfect girl the entire world. That slit was screaming at him. She looked sexy in her red dress. He stared at her. stared and stared until finally, she looked at him.
the man towered over everyone in the crowd , he was invincible the clouds brushed against his checks as he took each step. the people below were ants, they were disposable. his bright clothes caught the reflection of the sun and glazed his eyes over , he couldnt see anything apart from one over sized limb moving on front of the other with each movement.
We want our legs to stretch like hers. Long and blonde haired, she looks like she’s walking on stilts. As we trail behind her. Wanting to know what it’s like to be so far above our world. Maybe this is why everybody loves her.
Stilts are rather amazing “high heels”. They also describe the long legs on some birds. I’d be afraid to walk on stilts. I’m too klutzy. I’d fall on my face. I really don’t know how people even manage to get up on them, let alone keep their balance. Just saw a woman on stilts on “America’s Got Talent”. She was throwing bowls up onto her head as she stood on stilts. She balanced on one foot while she held the bowls, up to five at a time (I think) on the other foot. Then she kicked up and threw the bowls into the air, where they all landed neatly on her head.
He likes to make himself feel big. He drags himself up, some noble being cursed to live among the rest of us or some shit like that. Well, he’s fired insults my way too, tryin’ to cut me short. He starts real low and goes block by block. I wasn’t made of scrap metal, nah, something more solid. Not gonna lose sleep over my tallness or shortness and so what’s the fucking point in moving on thin wooden stilts just ’cause they’re high? A damn brush and he and his stilts clatter back on down. Not so big in the end.
Walking around at the circus, everyone is watching you and laughing at the gestures you make with your hands, the sounds and exaggerated expressions. They all laugh. You are the clown.
She always looked up at him with bewildered eyes, immediately scanning how his pale skin stretched and contoured across muscle and bone, how his patterned jumpers always seemed one size too large, and reminding herself to cut his hair soon.
She often found herself with her head back and softly smiling up to him when he conversed briefly with others, writing over notes about how he would tremble and waiver in volume when speaking to others, all the while awkwardly holding his own hands and twiddled with his fingers and desperately trying to not initiate eye contact.
For her, unlike others, his bumbling height was the last thing to come to mind. When he had grew so quickly, she often asked him out of slight disbelief, “Are you sure you’re not hiding stilts under your trousers?”, and he would shoot it down with a retort. At the time, it was as if she was too short, and he was fastly becoming too tall.
Across the universe, it gleams.
Bursts of energy, ubiquitous beings.
Above the sky, the pendulum rocks.
Time shifting faster than we thought
yet, onward we walk..
hand in hand, searching for the unknown.
I have a pair of green stilts that I wear to school sometimes. They make me feel like a normal person because I’m really short. I don’t even know why I’m so short, both my mom and dad are very tall, at least five foot or something! But when I wear my stilts I get made fun of.
he’s like a cat on a hot tin roof, mumbling corporal levi’s name under his breath as he tries to remove his pants as fast as he can. eren’s never done anything like this before but supposedly it’s all guided by instinct, something you “just know” how to do, like breathing and chasing prey down.
Worn at a circus. They are long, wood, dangerous. They make people taller. You may fall and hurt yourself. Clowns wear them a lot. Kids find them fascinating.
I was high up on my stilts. M head was held high as I reached for the clouds. The bright blue sky managed to gather a glimpse of my smile which hadn’t been around for a while and the sun rays tingled my spine. At first the heat bothered me a little but the beauty of the world had took me off by surprise. I wondered how the beauty of this planet has increased 60% from where i stand. I wondered how i missed out on all the little things in life. I wondered would I appreciate everything if I got back down. I then wondered if I was even on stilts.
She is walking with stilts and it is clumsy and awkward. She is staggering, slowly and it looks like she is limping. It feels more precarious than a tight rope because with the rope, at least she can feel the ground that she is walking on. In these stilts she is terrified of falling and looking like a fool, but there is adrenaline in her blood and it thrills her.
the height of the world will be seen. the beauties, the disasters. everything in existence. in the height that they walk in, they see everything. & they look over at us.
I once tried walking on stilts, it didn’t go very well… I fell over quite a lot and hurt my head. When I got home my mum found it hilarious and did not let me forget for a very long time! She brought up my bumped head all the times just to embarrass me.
The troglodyte came out on stilts so as not to touch the ground. He looked like rotting chinese food on the edge of chopsticks. Smelled like the uncooked slimy beef clusters with their token soggy single bean sprout.
I went to the carnival and the man was walking on sticks the way he walked with his back hunched made him look like a preying mantis. I asked him how he could do it and he said to me that his father tought him and his father before that and wit
They say that a true genius stands on the shoulders of others — that the only way to reach great heights is to build upon the success of others. They — whoever they are, have an awful lot to learn yet. Shortcuts, revolutions, breakthroughs. Those of us who have taken sudden innovative leaps have not stood on shoulders but stood on stilts.
Towering scarily above those of smaller statue. Wobbily, jerkily – watch out. Ha, now I can see into the windows, I can peek over the fence, I can scare the kids next door. I always wondered it was like to be tall. I think Ilike this power and the risks are worth it.
June 22nd 2013 on Frenzy
Lying on concrete,
recumbent between Nirvana and neurotic hysteria.
Meditating Shangri-La frenzy thoughts in Allegan Province.
-Provocative-
Aggravating to mend and vindicate.
Barking remorse over dead flies under your feet.
They don’t even look human, more like delicate porcelain dolls with their masks and bulging, antiquated gowns. They’re the monsters of nightmares adorned in gold filigree. It’s a circus at the start of each year when Carnival leaves the canals overflowing with these freaks, but they’re the sort that have things worth taking, and I’m a monster too, you see. Only, I’m not the sort to haunt dreams. I’m the sort hidden down dark allies in the dead of night. One who’d do anything if the price is right, which is honestly be far more frightful, wouldn’t you agree?
I’m following my career as a clown that walked on stilts, i figured the ceiling for improvement would be in closer range.
the man on stilts stumbled around in the parade. he looked confused, as if he didnt know how he got there, but on he went. deeper and deeper into the city.
Stilts hold my soul up, nearly always to falling down
I wonder if others have as much trouble
Wobbling, pacing around painted clowns
I feel like the world has trapped me under rubble
Crushing my soul, and the stilts that support me
patiently waiting till the day i’m free
of these stilts,
they are all that i’ve known, flung around life like
like a never-ending circus,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes i feel worthless.
I walk on stilts to show my superiority
Does this make me vain?
Just confident
circus flowers legs tall wood uncle sam america clowns pants men curls hair skyscraper twin towers blue windows pirate ship
hat
bird
Writing is the pair of stilts
That will not fit my feet
And these words are the wire
I know I’ll never cross
But oh, to see above the walls
And oh, to cross that void
Benny has always been afraid of heights, from the time he could remember having thoughts. So when he stepped up on those first risers, then propped himself on the stilts, his heart sunk into his chest.
The stilts hung from the old crumpling wall in amongst the wreckage of the city. It’s burnt corners rustled as the wind moved them. I a man reached for it, for anything to keep the cold away
What would it be like to walk around on stilts and have a high view of the world.
What would look different and what would we crush on our travels. Maybe we’d have a more lofty view, maybe we would respect things and people more from that vantage point.
There was a man that had always dreamed of making a pair of stilts for the most famous clown in the world. He climbed the hills near his house searching for the best and sturdiest trees he could find. He finally found a cedar tree that was tall and straight. He cut down the cedar tree and spent one year constructing the finest stilts ever. They also smelled wonderful.
stilts, the awkward bases that hold me up. the flimsy platforms that hold my life together. i can feel the fragility with every step. i can only hope that they dont break and bring me crashing down with them.
I looked at the monster behind the curtain.It stood taller and I expected,but at least,now,I knew why.
I walked on stilts in the Halloween parade.
He was much too tall for his own good. His skin was too pale and his teeth were too sharp. He had to crawl on his belly, it was the only way. With dead flies and flags, he crawled on his belly. He never spoke clearly, only in babbles of sighs. He never realized what he was. He only knew he was much too tall.
the girl was not tall, but you’d never know it to listen to her. her voice was everything. she knew exactly what she meant when she said it and it was almost always worth hearing. when she was younger she wanted to join the circus. she told him that when she met him, but he missed it– he was so distracted by her pretty mouth, that he couldn’t hear it talking. she didn’t mind, because that had never happened to her before.
I’m higher than I’ve ever been. My knees shake, but my feet a firmly on the stilts that keep me tall, out of your reach. I’m above you, your head, and your ego. You can’t get me now. You can’t hurt me.
There was a girl with a slit in her dress. It went all the way up to her thigh. Henry couldn’t stand it. It was making him go crazy! He had to know her. He had a feeling that she was the most perfect girl the entire world. That slit was screaming at him. She looked sexy in her red dress. He stared at her. stared and stared until finally, she looked at him.
the man towered over everyone in the crowd , he was invincible the clouds brushed against his checks as he took each step. the people below were ants, they were disposable. his bright clothes caught the reflection of the sun and glazed his eyes over , he couldnt see anything apart from one over sized limb moving on front of the other with each movement.
We want our legs to stretch like hers. Long and blonde haired, she looks like she’s walking on stilts. As we trail behind her. Wanting to know what it’s like to be so far above our world. Maybe this is why everybody loves her.
Stilts are rather amazing “high heels”. They also describe the long legs on some birds. I’d be afraid to walk on stilts. I’m too klutzy. I’d fall on my face. I really don’t know how people even manage to get up on them, let alone keep their balance. Just saw a woman on stilts on “America’s Got Talent”. She was throwing bowls up onto her head as she stood on stilts. She balanced on one foot while she held the bowls, up to five at a time (I think) on the other foot. Then she kicked up and threw the bowls into the air, where they all landed neatly on her head.
He likes to make himself feel big. He drags himself up, some noble being cursed to live among the rest of us or some shit like that. Well, he’s fired insults my way too, tryin’ to cut me short. He starts real low and goes block by block. I wasn’t made of scrap metal, nah, something more solid. Not gonna lose sleep over my tallness or shortness and so what’s the fucking point in moving on thin wooden stilts just ’cause they’re high? A damn brush and he and his stilts clatter back on down. Not so big in the end.
Walking around at the circus, everyone is watching you and laughing at the gestures you make with your hands, the sounds and exaggerated expressions. They all laugh. You are the clown.
She always looked up at him with bewildered eyes, immediately scanning how his pale skin stretched and contoured across muscle and bone, how his patterned jumpers always seemed one size too large, and reminding herself to cut his hair soon.
She often found herself with her head back and softly smiling up to him when he conversed briefly with others, writing over notes about how he would tremble and waiver in volume when speaking to others, all the while awkwardly holding his own hands and twiddled with his fingers and desperately trying to not initiate eye contact.
For her, unlike others, his bumbling height was the last thing to come to mind. When he had grew so quickly, she often asked him out of slight disbelief, “Are you sure you’re not hiding stilts under your trousers?”, and he would shoot it down with a retort. At the time, it was as if she was too short, and he was fastly becoming too tall.
I don’t like this word. Stilts are tall, look hard to walk with, and do not interest me in the slightest. I am done.
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Across the universe, it gleams.
Bursts of energy, ubiquitous beings.
Above the sky, the pendulum rocks.
Time shifting faster than we thought
yet, onward we walk..
hand in hand, searching for the unknown.
JO
I have a pair of green stilts that I wear to school sometimes. They make me feel like a normal person because I’m really short. I don’t even know why I’m so short, both my mom and dad are very tall, at least five foot or something! But when I wear my stilts I get made fun of.
he’s like a cat on a hot tin roof, mumbling corporal levi’s name under his breath as he tries to remove his pants as fast as he can. eren’s never done anything like this before but supposedly it’s all guided by instinct, something you “just know” how to do, like breathing and chasing prey down.
high above the silt,
sand, coloured people
splashing playing
should look like fun
not today
i’m happy here
high above, on stilts
Worn at a circus. They are long, wood, dangerous. They make people taller. You may fall and hurt yourself. Clowns wear them a lot. Kids find them fascinating.
I was high up on my stilts. M head was held high as I reached for the clouds. The bright blue sky managed to gather a glimpse of my smile which hadn’t been around for a while and the sun rays tingled my spine. At first the heat bothered me a little but the beauty of the world had took me off by surprise. I wondered how the beauty of this planet has increased 60% from where i stand. I wondered how i missed out on all the little things in life. I wondered would I appreciate everything if I got back down. I then wondered if I was even on stilts.
She is walking with stilts and it is clumsy and awkward. She is staggering, slowly and it looks like she is limping. It feels more precarious than a tight rope because with the rope, at least she can feel the ground that she is walking on. In these stilts she is terrified of falling and looking like a fool, but there is adrenaline in her blood and it thrills her.
the height of the world will be seen. the beauties, the disasters. everything in existence. in the height that they walk in, they see everything. & they look over at us.
Clowns walk on stilts.
I once tried walking on stilts, it didn’t go very well… I fell over quite a lot and hurt my head. When I got home my mum found it hilarious and did not let me forget for a very long time! She brought up my bumped head all the times just to embarrass me.
The troglodyte came out on stilts so as not to touch the ground. He looked like rotting chinese food on the edge of chopsticks. Smelled like the uncooked slimy beef clusters with their token soggy single bean sprout.
I went to the carnival and the man was walking on sticks the way he walked with his back hunched made him look like a preying mantis. I asked him how he could do it and he said to me that his father tought him and his father before that and wit